Seriously -- what’s the meaning of an oil drum dressed as a tiki hut and
 a fragrant combo of candy-cigarette-corndog? And what’s that sound? 
Does someone really serenade in a street-Beethoven and Vandyke and 
Cheshire smile... with that keyboard and those songs? And what happens 
after the hammy opening-the-door 
schtick is over? It’s all exits and entrances. Appointment only, folks.