Hear that solemn wind howling? It calls you t'wards the slow burning fire of sleep. T'is now The Witching Hour. Let me, DJ GOOD TIMES GOOD TIMES and my friend DJ BIG BOB, ferry you softly across the gallant tides of the night, pushing ever onwards to the place where little is done but much is rewarded. Come, ne'er do-wells and crooks, lend me your ear. Let the solemn marching of the dawn be stalled by the soft crowing of fools.