I first visited The Mudcat Cafe about three years ago. I was made to feel so unwelcome that I became severely depressed, quit my job, left my wife, and drank myself to death. Then I learned that it's not how much you know about music that counts, it's how much you know about farts. Now that I've become reasonably adept at talking about farts I find that I'm very welcome and can even get by with posting remarkably stupid shit like this message and nobody asks me to leave. Bet it would be a lot of fun if I just weren't dead.

Bruce