We were visiting my 90 plus cousin Dorothy Caldwell in a nursing home. We had a small private room, and somebody had brought in a lovely lunch. We were trying to enjoy it, but the music, 50s rock and roll, coming from the next room, was loud, and not very good. I was comissioned to ask somebody to turn down the stereo. I remember looking through the door, seeing two scruffy looking performers singing their hearts out and had to come back and explain, it's live.