Yes, in fact legend suggests 3 new reels of Baerwald, called The 3 Reels (and somethin else more secret that I don’t know because I’ve never been a member of the Iniquitous Inner Core). But (and, again, this is only underground folk lore) Mick stole The 3 Reels and floated off with them…only to be netted and bopped on the melon by Brad, the only mystic who can see Mick when in his transmutated state of awareness. Brad, once known as Brad, The Tempter but now just plain Brad, or… Mick’s Nemesis, Brad, then howled a banshee wail and skateboarded off with the reels…and was neither seen nor heard of for weeks until, apparently, Ed flew south for the winter, snared a drowsy Brad (lethargic after forty-eight hours of contemplative sleep deprivation and womanizing), and made off with The 3 Reels and Brad's favorite triangle. He was last seen bounding into some Himalayan crevasse with a burgundy and golden brocade sack in one hand and Brad’s triangle in the other…followed closely behind by Sabu, the Ghost Cat of the Himalayas and the true remaining members of Kingston Wall; not the imposters who replaced them in a mysterious contractual agreement @ a Ravi Shankar jam.

…Brad is said to wander the bay area humming disconsolate dirge melodies he calls the Double-D Lamentations when approached, checking garbage cans and mail boxes for his favorite triangle. ~~ If you see him rooting through your mail, please be kind as it is believed he IZ a true member of the Iniquitous Inner Core…& therefore sacred.

Mick? …Surely he’s right there behind you…but you cannot see him…because he doesn’t want you to.