Get Back Over Here Alison, and Bring Mr. White With You

So, while loitering in the cold, pissing, living weather, a contingency of Jersey muses insisted on placing a spell on not one, but three door guys; the magic portal thus allowing me to walk past them unnoticed.  I choose to think in terms of pure rationality, but sometimes these foundations are rattled, as to the existence of magic and muses and such.  Here is some culled videos from my shaky hands:

This photo, as poor as it is, is the lovely lady playing a Bo Diddley guitarra:

If I had any idea that my mediocre camera would pick up any legible sounds, there would be much more than this here.  So it goes.