This is a story about the Stooges. I’ve taken some time to check it out and it seems that there’s really only one way to start it:

*0*N*C*E U*P*0*N *A* T*I*M*E* in the big bad city of Detroit, occasionally oozing over into Ann Arbor and other places familiar only to the transplanted hillbillies, college kids and transient factory workers who live there, there was a Blues Band called the Prime Movers.