I'd shell a few out for those who weren't there; the following link (i.e., wink) will get you halfway, however. Reminiscing though, I miss me ol' baldy pal, Dave Phillips. Seems we get to hang once every four years or so, and maybe that's what the fates have deemed profitable on our parts deserving. And then, sheesh, man! What a debaucher! So? Cheggit. Vocal noise, at its BEST! Ooooeeeeee!