musical geniusness

So, I had to miss the imperial heights jam with B1 and his mystery band. My loss as I would have enjoyed the micro-woodstock they had going on there. Instead I was busy at another gig here on the western slope from where i call in this post. As rickie lee said, "it's the thin thread of life that keeps me hangin' in the scenery.........just follow my voice" etc.
As for the genus quotient: please note the name of the first act on the above playbill. This would be the "acid jazz" menagerie I was sworn to: The John Phillips' Ouza band. Go ahead, say it out loud. Ring any bells? I, your humble MENSA flunkee rehearsed with these guys for over 2 weeks. I told many people about the upcoming performance and everyone of them made some sort of snorting or choked groaning sound. Damned if I knew why they all reacted as they did. I just figured they thought the entire idea to be a bit odd. 2 weeks of this ignorance on my part before a self-inflicted head slap was delivered. John Phillips is the trumpet player. It's his band.
Me just bassman. Only 4 strings. No special skills required. Not even the ability to recognize a low pun when hit by one repeatedly.