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In the early 1980′s, convinced it would be the next break-out sensation, Nathaniel DeMont invested heavily to create DeMont Keytars; a shop designated exclusively to the sale and construction of keyboard synthesizers you wear like a guitar. Unfortunately, like the rat-tail and Pogs, keytars were a short-lived fad. DeMont, having sunk his life savings into the business, pivoted to guitars. “Turns out the straps work on both. I was able to salvage half my inventory.” He said, shrugging seductively. Since then, DeMont Guitars has become the number-one combination guitar shop & small animal taxidermist in Northern Illinois. Contrary to recent news reports, bear meat that was discovered on the premises WAS acquired (and subsequently) consumed legally.


 Baritone Nate

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Nathaniel “Baritone Nate” DeMont was born outside of a small shack in rural Utah. Not wanting to “mess up the fancy rug”, he was birthed atop a tree stump next to the wood pile with all of his adult teeth. Baritone Nate was brought up at a time and in a region in which children were fed bottles of salt water. Consequently, to this day the ocean as well as the smell of tears causes him to salivate. Baritone Nate’s first experience with a guitar has been traced back to an underground Fender dueling ring out of Detroit. Though there are no official records, anecdotal evidence supports Baritone losing every single match, including one with a little girl armed with a ukulele. After that, he found himself hitchhiking through the Rocky Mountains, destinations unknown. It was on this path that he was picked up by Lou Bega’s t our bus, and they traveled a brief time together writing 4 mambos before parting ways due to creative differences. It was in the Spring of 2000 that Baritone won his name in a poker match against the poker player formerly known as “Baritone Nate”. To this date, Baritone Nate DeMont has been asked to leave 32 Applebee’s nationwide, though once in Dubuque it was because a fire and everyone was told to evacuate. An investigation on whether or not he started the fire is currently ongoing. Now, due to the laxed tax laws of the state of Illinois, his status in most countries in Central & South America, and a mineral dependency on well water from the Fox River watershed, he owns a guitar shop in Oswego, IL.




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One of the rare individuals given only one name, has what’s been popularly described as “Benjamin Button Disease”, in which the subject is born appearing to be elderly, and as the body replaces cells over its lifetime, slowly rebuilds itself to appear younger. Spending most of his early years in the circus sideshow, Levi’s social skills and interactions involved a lot of juggling and old popcorn. As he grew older/younger, the novelty wore off and he left the sideshow to work at circuit city, stocking bottom shelves and cleaning underneath sinks. As an older man, he found his youthful appearance made him seem vulnerable and helpless, so he began caring an oversized chainsaw with him wherever he went. Because of this, he is not often approached, unless it is to ask him to leave a business or baby shower. So Levi’s life is one of old young solitude and comically large saws.




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There is a legend from the foothills of West Virginia, a whisper that you can hear on the breeze, or a strange smell you can almost taste. The legend is of Phil, a wanderer from the East who came to town and stole all of the pickled eggs out of the local grocery. It’s rumored he came from Russia, both because of his general style and the fact that he only drank liquids derived from potatoes. He won over the locals with his loud laugh and even louder weeping, but it was a cold morning when they discovered he had made off with their beloved eggs. To this day, there are local ordinances against entering a store with pickled eggs while having a beard. As for Phil, wherever there is the smell of sulfur and vinegar, wherever people’s desire for pickled eggs goes unsatisfied, wherever bearded men are treated like Soviet era communists, Phil is there.



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In the early 90′s, local government spent thousands of dollars building fences to help boost the local economy. In the haste of their work, a small boy became trapped by one such fence. Funding for the project ran out, and laborers went on strike or left the state, leaving the boy stuck. Over time, locals began to feed the boy, seeing him as a sort of mascot or pet. Names like ‘Fence boy” or “Ratty” were thrown around, but “Ryan” was the only one that stuck. Other than never having seen his lower front half of his body, due to it being pinned to the ground by a rustic pine fence, Ryan has lead an average life. He eats whatever is given to him or blows within arm reach, learned to count rocks and cigarette butts, and has enjoyed seeing passerby’s shoes and ankles. Currently there is a gofundme to help pay to have the section of fence pinning Ryan removed and to gently curl the bill of his favorite and only hat.


 Scott “Woody” Woods

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Woody “Where in the world?” Woods was born on the streets of Brooklyn. As a survival mechanism, Woody developed an unmatched ability to hide extremely well. It’s this skill that led him to find notoriety in the Professional Hiders community. In the 2011 Hide-and-Go-Seek World Championships, he went 47 hours without being discovered, until the stench grew too strong. Unfortunately, even with all of the endorsements and spokes-hiding deals, professional hiding does not pay the bills, so when he’s not hiding to defend his title, you can not-find him hidden at DeMont Guitars.H