Hey, Grok, I'm glad to know that I'm not the only old codger 'round here making a pathetic attempt to relive my musical youth!

;^)

I had gradually stopped playing over the years while raising a family, etc., etc., and eventually developed such nasty arthritis in my knuckles that I *couldn't* play at all when I picked up the guitar and gave it a try. Since then, I have discovered the miracle of liquid glucosamine, regained quite a bit of manual dexterity, and resumed picking, almost like back in the good old days.

I meant to include another comment as part of my response last night: I do remember hearing that live recording of MJH doing this song and voicing his reluctance to embarrass his audience and/or himself with its salacious lyrics. (I had forgotten which section he omitted, of course.) I always thought that this particular lyric -- while an absolute hoot -- seemed very much out of character for an artist who projected such a wise, gentle, almost saintly persona. It's pretty ironic that this extremely bawdy number should have become the definitive John Hurt guitar piece (if not his definitive *song*). Kinda like the *Reverend* Gary Davis being best known for that song about "Cocaine."