"Damn straight!" I screamed, and the angel evaporated in a cloud of sulfur and smoke. Since that fateful night I've given up opium and set me sights on sharing the punk, goth, disco, jazz, dub, electro, psycho-rock, with every land-lubber within screaming distance.

And now, with this whole podcasting thing, I can play the ACTUAL SONGS for people(instead of singing along to a stomping peg-leg and some spoons; although I was getting pretty good at my sea-shanty version of the Sex Pistols' "Submission") even if they are miles away. Ain't technology grand!!!

So drop your anchor for a spell and let the Captain play you a song or two. Yo HO! Yo HO!!! And a bottle of rum...