Matt

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It was a bright sunny day when I first met the rest of Catch 22, so they immediately took me into a dark dingy club to protect me from the light.  "We need deep rumble noise to sit betwixt pots and pans and washboard"", said the one they all called 'da boss', though i believe this now to be a slightly sarcastic term of endearment, ""you make such noise, man from Barra?""

Taking Jason, my trusty 4-string, in hand I proceeded to improvise some low-frequency gestures in the general direction I believed the band was headed (a habit I admit I have repeated up to this day).

Seemingly impressed, da boss stepped away from his harpsichord, mimed a rudimentary mirror-image of my own playing style and said, "How?"

And the answer to that question, dear friends, must be out there somewhere.

"Are you...Bam Bam Rubble?"