But when the roaring died, there was only the silence: the awful, abashing stillness of the prison night.

One day while working at an ad agency in Greenville, South Carolina, Jay got this joltin' notion to do a novelty number around the then-hot CB (citizen's band radio) craze.

Although he is noteworthy for the staff jobs he does for the commander in chief, Agamemnon, he's no rear-echelon pogue.

The guard made sure all the latches were secure.