LEJ, I think he means the other thing up behind the stage. That there above the stage is a mudcatalope. Funniest thing you ever did see. I just stopped in for a Black and Tan, half Guinness and half Bass. The bartender here gave me a Half and Half instead, Guinness and Harp, and that'll do.

I was sittin in the far booth and I scratched a nail on the wall. I think the layers of soot tell the tail of this ol' joint. Got the light gray for the silver mining, dark for the coal, kind of brown for the cigarette smokers from the modern folk Beat days, a white from the salt of the maritime folk, and some sort of green gook from the Celtic folk. Interesting history here.

All this time LEJ and I thought I was the bartender… You better not be skimming the joint. Glad to share the burden, I'll be out here mingling with the crowd of fine folk, if you need me.

Funny thing about the Mudcat Tavern is that the open mic never stops, nor do you have to be Onstage. We got mic's all over the damn place, picks up just about everything. 'Fact, we got technology you ain't never seen before. Just go in a circle and make sure everyone gets his or her fare share of turns and everything works out.

I'll have another Black and Tan please sir, and how's about a shot of Irish Mist. Sshhhhh, Bill Sable's singin' one of his fine ditties. That's a real nice strap he's got, wonder where he got it? You say he makes them himself? I'll be a monkey's uncle, he's one talented SOB.

Jes, yet another night at the Mudcat….