Sorry, Wes. My first image conjured by this story is walking up a downtown street and being assaulted by a cacophony of tin-whistles and harmonicas. Now, I play harmonica, and there's nothing better to my ear than a well-played harp. There's also nothing worse than the kind of aimless wheezing of a beginning player. BUT my second thought is, who the hell am I to complain? Chances are after two or three weeks, these guys will be better than me anyway.

I was once in downtown Bournemouth in the UK, and we passed an elderly gent wearing a yachtsman's cap, a tip jar in front of him, and banging away on an old 6-string guitar. No chords, nothing but noise. For the huge smile on his face, you might have thought he was Christopher Parkening. Everyone else seemed to find it amusing as well, and the tip jar was quite full. So who am I to criticize?