Meet Rocky
The Unofficial Boss

Once upon a time, Rocky was just your average raccoon — dumpster diving,

When Morton’s Music Service needed a mascot, we didn’t just pick

any raccoon. We snagged the most one-of-a-kind, guitar-loving,

ballad-belting raccoon in the entire multiverse.

Rocky isn’t just a mascot. He’s the brains of this whole operation.

Quality control? That’s him.

Workshop playlist curator? Also him. (If we have to hear

“Rocky Raccoon” one more time, someone’s getting

drop-kicked into next Tuesday.)He even makes a cup

of coffee so good it could resurrect a dead Telecaster.

Personality-wise?

Rocky’s got enough sarcasm, chaos, and weird lovable

energy to power a small city. He’s a master

craftsman — second only to Jesus himself when it

comes to woodworking — and he’s fueled by

music, good vibes, and the occasional cheesy ballad

like “Angel of the Morning.”

(Seriously. Big feelings, tiny raccoon paws.)

Born in the scenic woods of Wartrace, Tennessee, near

a terrier kennel (it’s a long story), Rocky developed his

passion for music early. He spent his youth hanging around

an old walking horse trainer who had a deep love for

bluegrass and hosted weekly pickin’ sessions.

Watching those guitars sing and dance under

calloused hands lit a fire in Rocky’s little heart that

never burned out.

One day he wandered into a guitar workshop, grabbed a tool,

and started fixing things like he owned the place.

We never had the heart (or the guts) to kick him out.

These days, Rocky spends most of his time behind the scenes,

running the show, avoiding cameras, and reminding us daily to

“put some more tail in it.” If he doesn’t approve something?

Straight out the window. No questions asked. (And if you do ask,

be prepared for a world-class eye roll and a lecture about your

“worthless opinions.”)

Rocky may be a little rough around the edges, but when it comes to

saving guitars and slinging rock ‘n’ roll magic — he’s the best there is.

Just don’t try to pet him. He bites.