Beth, I think I know what I can do with the rap. (No, *before* the trash can.) A friend of mine in southern Oregon hosts a Poetry Slam (an opportunity for a bunch of poets (what would you call that? a "chorus"?) to get together, drink too much, and listen to each other's verses. I could go, tell 'em to just imagine the bump-bumps and scritch-scritches, and do my JaY-DuByA routine. I think I'd have it down (heck, I had it down as I was *writing* it).

Joe