Art, don't forget "The Washing Machine Song," the new one just sits there and goes hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I was at Bean Blossom the day that was written. John Hartford, Tut Taylor, Vasser Clements, et al., had been up all night expanding their minds and stuff and had that song ready for the first concert of the day. They launched into the song and when they reached that onomatopoeic description of the old one, a dog near the stage (and the speaker) let out a long and heartfelt howl. The audience just cracked up. I think I have the whole thing on tape somewhere.