As long as we are in a Music Forum, the Inner Clique should reveal its charter Club Theme Song, which is introduced by a whining steel electric riff with double-time drumming in the background to a hot boogie-woogie beat:

Mudcat Cafe Number 16

Oh, God told Maxwell, "Build me a Site!"
Max says, "Chill, I been drinkin' all night"
God say, "Tough." Max  say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Max, but
Just don't come knocking at no Pearly Gate!"

Well Max says, "Just what d'ye want this site to say?"
God says, "Let's just call it Mudcat Cafe."

Well Old Man Spaw, he had a bloody nose
Stuck in a ward with them paper-towel clothes
He asked the doctor,  where can I go?
Doctor  said there's only one place I know
Where they'll still love you, man, when you're old and gray...

Spaw sez, "Quick, man, show me the way!"
Doc says, "It's down at the Mudcat Cafe".

Well Rick the FIeld said to  Big Joe King,
I got forty second-hand folkies who cain't sing
And a ream of old Gibsons with broken strings
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?
And Big Joe  said let me think if there ain't some way...

And he hands old Rick a blue clicky piece of Cleigh
"Just take it all down to that Mudcat Cafe".

Now the fifteenth newbie on the fortieth thread
Said the jargon was gettin' stuck in her head
And the Songbook scansion was ruining her night!
So Troll said come here, baby, y'know I think you're right...
Let me tell the Gaelic Goddess, she'll make it all OK,

But the Gaelic Goddess, she was having her way
With a sad-eyed poet out at the Mudcat Cafe.
 
 

Regards,

A.