Yes, it's true!

March 21st, The Garage, Glasgow, Dan & Pete made me an offer I couldn't refuse, and live, somehow.
"We can't sing, lost our voice," they croaked, 'cos they couldn't, and had.
"Please sing," croaketh-they darkly.
"Let's take it a stage at a time," I suggested, so they stuck a mic at the bottom of the stage, in the dark.
"How's that?" they barked, from above.
"One..two.." I replied, invisibly.
"That's Billy," Dan informed the bemused Celtic throng, "just in case you thought we were using tapes."
One gig later, plus encores, Billy is lovingly slapped by each band member as they leave the stage via his darkness, "Come back-stage n'let's talk, well, you can talk," they hissed, croaked etc.
"I'm with them," beamed Billy to big Security Dressing Room Guy, "Aye right," he retorted and tossed him out.

Rock n Roll!!