That Jane’s Iowa-farm mother still teaches piano and plays the organ at church, thereby giving Jane musicality, lends us all rare nights when Skip’s not lost to the Quicker Likkor Inn, and they stay up late, long after we kids have gone to bed and they pop open cans of Stroh’s and they harmonize. She takes the melody and he the harmony and then there’s Good night Irene, Good night Irene, I’ll see you in my dreams or Show me the way to go home. I’m tired and I wanna go to bed. Had a little drink about an hour ago and it went right to my head…— Excerpt from Holy Hustle