Actually, I was pretty much laughing at their keyboard player, Spider Webb, who would stare down the crowd like a psycho killer. He would smear his mascara down his face then bag away on his keyboard like a puppet. At one point, he went for the microphone and screamed, “Thank you oh so very much, New York, ah hahahaha ahh ah” like a flamboyant 17th century gay count or something. He was like Amadeus meets the Cryptkeeper. I want to hire this guy for show and tell.