Larry's musical genius became apparent at a very early age, when his parents stumbled upon him in the fruit cellar playing an entire Tchaikowski symphony (all 87 parts simultaneously!) on a primitive banjo he'd constructed using a wheel from a '53 Ford tractor, a pooper-scooper handle, and partially-cured gopher innards. His father (a noted Philharmonic conductor) was so enthused with his banjo prowess that he locked him in the fruit cellar to practice for the next 19 months, only allowing him out for brief periods to be exhibited in a traveling carnival sideshow. Being locked away for so long with nothing else to do, Larry became extremely good at two things: playing the banjo and catching gophers (any idea how many gopher entrails it takes to make a full set of banjo strings?) Today, Larry is universally recognized as one of the finest players of the '53 Ford tractor wheel alive. He is very conscientious and regularly cleans and adjusts the pooper-scooper handle to get just the right tone out of the hubcap
	Scott was born in southern Mississippi but chased out of the south at an early age due to a speech impediment that, inexplicably, infuriated the local constabulary. He was raised in northern Michigan by a displaced band of Turkish monks who practiced ritual self-mutilation and supported themselves by writing advertising jingles for horse contraceptives. This early exposure to sophisticated music resulted in his developing the finely-tuned ear and discerning taste that helps make The Delivery Boys such a great band. Scott's musical career was briefly derailed by an unfortunate incident involving a Cub Scout pack, honey, ostrich feathers, and bear baiting. However, he subsequently married his parole officer and will soon be released from his electronic tether to once more become a useful member of society.
	Rich's family has a strong Scandinavian background, and he can count many famous Vikings in his ancestry. Rich was inordinately proud of this fact and originally planned to go into the traditional family business of plundering and pillaging, however he was unable to find a college that offered a degree in marauding, so he found employment operating an automatic chicken plucking machine for Colonel Sanders. This turned out not to be a very stimulating job and one day he dozed off and fell into the machine as it was running in high gear. Rich came out the other end completely plucked, breaded, and shrink-wrapped with a side of mashed potatoes. This experience left an indelible impression on Rich and to this day he cannot hear the words "extra crispy" without experiencing uncontrollable flashbacks. Rich learned to play guitar, bass, and mandolin while undergoing shock therapy to treat recurring chicken-related nightmares. On the positive side, he does have a great collection of trophies for winning seven consecutive dance contests with his unique rendition of the Funky Chicken.
	Richard and his brother Jim (see below) are actually siamese twins, born six years apart. This was very awkward for their mother, who felt it cramped her social life somewhat. Due to their penchant for causing trouble in school, Richard and Jim eventually had to be separated, which made quite a mess in the classroom and traumatized a number of their classmates. Richard never quite got over the separation from his "better half" and some believe the psychic wound is the driving force behind his songs, many of which contain abstruse references to knives, chainsaws, and, disturbingly, Ethel Merman. Richard is a highly skilled guitar player, due in part to the fact that during the separation, the surgeons mistakenly gave him both right arms, while his right-handed brother, got what was left.
	Jim, or "Lefty" as we call him (see above), spent many years as a young man wandering the highways and bi-ways of Southeastern Thailand attempting to trace his family's roots back to their original home. However, since his family originated in England, he was largely unsuccessful. Undaunted, he returned to the US and set up a concession selling neckties made from imported cheeses (Motto: It's a fashion accessory and it's an appetizer!) His business collapsed when he attempted to expand into a line of gorgonzola and brie undergarments. Ugly incidents with enraged (and smelly!) customers resulted in a short stay in the county lockup. While there, he was interred with a blues band from New Orleans and an Irish band from Belfast, who had gotten into a rumble when both were booked at the same bar the same night. Fortunately, Jim was able to turn this experience to his benefit, as he did learn to play blues harmonica as well as Irish tin-whistle and bodhran during his stay.