I joined to find some half-remembered lyrics, before I knew what had happened, a snake-oil salesman called Catspaw had got me a job emptying virtual bedpans in the NYCFTTS. This job was so demanding I had to eventually retire from my day job. I don't post as much (cries of "Thank God") or read as many posts now, but someone has to represent the voice of the non-performing audience, and defend the washboard & kazoo!

RtS
(PS a singer in a UK blues band last night played a shaky egg!)