By the way, as an aside, and without presuming upon your attention or otherwise asking you to step outside your bounds, may I recommend to Charles and the other numerous lovers here of the Muse Euterpe, with no warranty or guarantee, implied or explicit, the band

Two Gallants

?

They take their very name from a scurrilous story by James Joyce, and they rock the casbah.

After all, any musicions who have the stones to name a song “Threnody” in this day when all but the most unprepossessed Romans cry “graecum est, non legitur” when e’er an Attic word makes its unwonted appearance is to be applauded.

[Please forgive my discursive exegetical circumstantial digressive tone, but I am but recently embarked upon a course of reading both satirical and serious, though I venture to hope not dessicated, comprising the great mockers from Joyce back unto his antecedents, Sterne, Carlyle - he of Sartor Resartus - and forwards from Lucian, Cervantes, and the inestimable obscenities of Rabelais - with excursions into the works of Pynchon, Heller, De Lillo, Mencken, Swift, Chaplin, the Brothers Coen, Franklin, Pope, Shakespeare, Twain, Cooke, Zakani, and Colbert. It may take me a while to reemerge from this mania but I trust the result shall be better, more scathing original satire here on this esteemed board.]

At any rate, check out the music.

If you’ve got a throat
I’ve got a knife.

—Two Gallants