"I'll spare ya the audio."
Why? Herr Fertig would have appreciated it, I'm certain. Back in the dark days, when Herr Westheimer would ruth- and relentlessly crack down on anybody admiitting a liking for (1) Roger Dean, (2) double and triple albums, (3) glitzy capes and/or (4) odd meters, dear John Fertig was our fearless Harvey Milk of prog and jazz/fusion.