Ok, you might be saying "Obscurator, I don't have 24 minutes for this..." You'll thank me at minute 18.
ultimate back line
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the albatross;
The synapses were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the pinkest of Floyds soon would be there...
It seemed a bit creepy to me the first time I heard it,but the riffs has got stuck in my head)
For my 200th jam, let's rejam my first