Oh, and by the by, my Uncle Joe reffers to my drum as the emergency toilet, my own mother comments that the only reason I play drum is they don't let the poor kid play with anything sharp, and my brother insists the real use for the bodhran is to beat the player with it! Of course, Uncle Joe plays banjo, (you know those jokes,) Mom plays guitar, (and we tell her the real use for a guitar is to give those too dumb to starve any other way a chance to do it themselves, and Danny plays fiddle, (which is reffered to as the cat fight in a box!)

Catspaw, you need to go a long way farther than that to get to me!

Mikal, (besides, the Bodhran is a neat excuse to get another beer: Gotta moisten the head, you know...)