Roshti Von Swordfischer

It was back in the dear old century 20 that one Roshti formulated his being, consisting of a rock salmon & roll / jive / James Brown vibrant spirit inside the imperfect shell of Mozartian wiggy classical codcerns. This proved to be very potent mix that travelled o'er said Atlanticus via Manhaddock and sunnier climes of El Pasomena, via various loved ones who were struck by the eternal intrigue of Amadeus through the rock salmon of ages, many a  venue was frequented by his elastic fish fingers transmuted through the soul / rock fusion of one Dash and The 12th of Neverdom.
Eventually, for reasons unknown to anyone (including himself) he travelled back across Atlanticus to the grey stoical climes of Blightyfish to find one Brine and his gang of fins, where upon Brine politely proposed that Roshti join this Codpany on one grey stoical Sunday in Schoonbury on Thames
On the appointed day Roshti swaggered down to the mythical Isle of Platts Eyot brandishing a formidable El Pasomenian brogue (a journey which entailed negotiating an infamously precarious bridge built in the 1st Ever World Warp) and schoon, after the hugging and kissing were over, the Codpany heard something that could not be transmuted through mere words, chord inversions through a diminished Brubeckian Amadeus cadence, vibrating as ever with the vagabond spirit of the Delta via Cliff Richcod or something.
And so Roshti found a home with the said Codpany, and still assists with various chord inversions, the occasional blinding Schiff.  
But the voyage always continues for the restless sole Now aligning his shakti with this vagabond Rimbaudian spirit, Roshti sails under his own flag. Destination unknown.