Many a poor innocent song was murdered at the kitchen table at Scott Street.

Dear little tunes like 'Heart and Soul' and 'St. James Infirmary' were ritually slaughtered for our own Bacchanalian pleasures. But out of the chaos was born creation...

Several songs were written, but this was my favourite.

One of Nat's many brains effortlessly laid out the bones on the table. Pete Roberts worked hard to flesh them out with three verses of lyrics and a chorus. I worked up a sweat dressing the beast with ukulele tinsel and shoved a bolt though it's neck as a fashion statement.

The atmosphere was then charged with the burning of Dragons Blood, Frankincense and a little wafer of Myrrh. Consume we did many glasses of Rum of the Red and behold, out of the vacuum of our minds, enough zero point energy brought the beast to life... life I say.

I must not reveal the most interesting recordings of the creation due to colourful language constraints. But the beast lives on, restless still, in the online Tomb of one Natale Tobiano. A simple ukulele rendition of the song, Summer. It's under the audio tab. Please enjoy.