My PO Box would have me believe otherwise, but just in case any of you were frozen, chops agape, in confusion, at the absence of a podcast last week, the blame falls squarely on the shoulders of the generation gap and the differing attitudes to work on either side of the chasm. I know the imagery is compromised but I've been burning the candle at both ends for what would feel like forever if time still had any meaning to me and Pfidze has failed to replenish the Red Bull reservoir. Gaps don't have shoulders. Unless "Gap" is a Vietnamese name or something.

Here's Episode 7. Expect exchanges concerning music, love and religion, but without the authority or insight that would make the whole endeavour fundamentally worthwhile.

My favourite musician is Hobie Winkel, a ragtime pioneer from the turn of the century. The 20TH CENTURY, that is. You probably haven't heard of him.

PFIDZE, BRING ME MY WINGS!