Clay, Tres, and I were once again rocking out on a fine Thursday evening when we all spontaneously began playing a strange calypso groove. None of us had ever practiced or played calypso in our lives but our minds latched onto it like steel traps and we couldn’t stop even if we wanted. Things got even stranger as I noticed the door slightly ajar and a tiny cartoonish face peeking in. It would seem our leprechaun roommate who we all met a couple weeks ago had a Korean friend. With nary a word, he tiptoed into the room, climbed onto the stool, and pulled the microphone down to sing. What you’re about to hear is the recording of that fateful session…