Larry and Mike met each other in a windy alley, in the suburbs of a small town, many years ago, when they saw each other holding guitars under their undeodorized armpits. "Do you play guitar?” Larry asked Mike. "Yes," Mike responded. "Shall we play together?" continued Larry. "Let's." So they rehearsed. And played. They stole everything - all the notes they found - and put the stolen notes in disarrays and in arrays. They enjoyed and laughed because they were on to something. They found that those disordered notes sounded good, like a Welshman vomiting while making love to a plate of haggis.
