Stuart, hallucinating about London, typed; > Holy moly, the next thing I see is a guy playing > an accordian singing like a castrato about nastly little children, > accommpanied by a skid roperish guy with a wheel around trap set, and a guy in a waxed > moustache playing string base. Kind of twangy in a cabaret sort of way. And in one > song, one of the puppet masters pops out of a window plucking on a banjo. Catch > it when it gets here. That was One Riot One Ranger, Stuart. (rimshot!), danranger
