So it is to the mutual advantage of social primates to backscratch for each other.

“A lump,” explained The Whimperer […] “is wot a kin’ lady slips youse w’en youse batter de back door. If she invites youse in and lets youse t’row yer feet unner de table, it’s a set-down. If she slips youse a lunch in a poiper bag, it’s a lump. See? […] ”

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Tunes with titles like “Mazurka Maracaibo” shimmer with countless plucked strings. Mr. Brozman deploys everything from the small Bolivian charango to a Finnish harp called the kantele, while there’s usually something slidey to carry the melody.