Through the open doorway of a small inner room on the right hand, of a character between pantry and cellar, was Dick Dewy’s father Reuben, by vocation a “tranter,” or irregular carrier.

He also made a sampler CD, with one minute samples of 26 of their songs, for free distribution to people they met in Buffalo, and to others who showed an interest in their music.

‘Why, it is difficult, sir, I confess,’ said the tall footman. ‘It may be done by degrees, Sir. Coffee is the best practice. I carried coffee, Sir, for a long time. It looks very like rappee, sir.’

You could try and take us (oh, oh), but we're the gladiators (oh, oh) […] We gladiate, but I guess we're really fighting ourselves […]