These boys have certainly covered a lot of territory in their days on this planet. It may be true that a rolling stone gathers no moss, however it sure does absorb other things enroute: like common sense, non-sense, and good music. Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, Midwest, and Southwest was a start... but then while criss-crossing the country too many times to count a funny thing happened: they kept bumping into one another. "What!?! You again?!?" Warming their hands over blazing 55 gallon oil drums they eventually discovered they each carried a harmonica in their pocket. And they also discovered that three harmonicas sound best together if they are played in the same key, and probably the same song. Well, as they kept criss-crossing and bumping into one another, the harmonicas began to get help from guitars, ukeleles, accordians, and anything else that happened to be nearby. Soon enough other drifters were anticipating these bumping-into-one-anothers and congregating for evenings of rollicking good times. As rumors and legends grew, the line between truth and "something else" became shuffled away underfoot. But one thing was certain: a night with The Po' Moguls, (as they were called), was as precious as that last big swallow of white port. Currently separated by thousands of miles these boys can only wait for chance to blow them together again like dust bunnies into a corner: "What!?! You again?!?" In the meantime, this CD will set y'all swayin' & a prayin', tappin' & a thwackin', huffin' & a puffin' to the bone rattlin' tunes of a bygone time!