"Outta" uptown Bovina, NY, little Danny Finn fancied that one day he might hold sway over his own dairy farm. That one day came, of course, long before his 10th birthday, and by the time he reached 12 years his menagerie, feathered and furred, reckoned plenty. His chores were numerous, often chilly and always early, but he braved it all, sensing that agrarian labor reaps guts. He enslaved employed his four younger siblings; it forged character; those kids owe a great debt. His heifers took pleasure in AM-radio, and the folk's old stone-house got A.M. too, but also held a ton of vinyls of Buck and Johnny and Merle; and Dad played his mandolanjo all over it all.

As little Danny aged a bit, he occasioned paths with those downtown heathens, the Pelletier boys. He began to, "hang out too much", downtown, Bovina Center, in the "birthplace of Bovina Rock" - "Pelly's Pit". The barn out behind Gus and Jan Pelletier's place had a second-floor rock-n-roll arena: guitars, amps and huge speakers, drums, stuff on stands, an assortment of additional chattels plugged into monstrous cord-tangles, and there were older-guys, "long-hairs," thrashin-out their rock-n-roll. The walls of the amplified playhouse was erratically layed with musty mattresses, Who-posters, and graphitized barn studs and siding. Here, at Pelly's Pit, and on the school bus, Danny came to terms with terms from which folks oft endeavor to shelter the beings in their clutch: "rock," "roll," "punk-rock," "alternative," "genre," "socially unacceptable," and "take your stuff and your chair, and get out of my classroom!!" With Sid Vicious his role model and electric guitars his parent's bain, Dan Finn took his "stuff and,…" gladly left the classroom to form the Disciples of Agriculture, and some of the finest songs ever written and rocked. It ain't been said, what happened to all those farm-animals.