Probably the spookiest session I ever dropped into was in Bristol (UK) at the White Horse Tavern (?). The session was in the backroom and was pitch black except for the lighted ends of cigarettes. I stumbled bravely in between songs, being somewhat late (because it takes more time to drive on the wrong side of the road than the correct side), and found an empty seat or empty lap; I wasn't really sure which. But some time later a disembodied voice asked if there was something I wanted to lead. So I gave them Obray Ramsey's "Rain & Snow" to polite applause. The next time around I asked if anyone knew "Dead Dog Scrumpi" and there was this shocked silence and then another disembodied voice admitted to being familiar with the song and delivered it to my hungry ears. Hours later I managed to crawl out of the session, into the blinding brightness of the taproom. What a find bunch of fellows, I thought, whomever they were!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble