At one of our first sessions, someone laid down a 45-r.p.m. record of Doris Troy's What'cha Gonna Do About It?: one minute and 52 seconds of the purest, pulsing promise of American music, a jaunty, saucy, sashaying tiptoe of soul, almost impossible to not do the monkey to.
Certain norms have materialized. There is no set time limit between songs, and who gets to play what next is an open question (unless a member we call the Proctor is present, when a consistent order must be followed). Tracks are generally short, five minutes or less. No genre is verboten. Themes (Songs About Songwriting, Beatles Adjacency, Songs You Want Played at Your Funeral) emerge or don't. Bold provocations and special prompts have led to an evolving nomenclature.
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