We've all got 'em: struggles, self-orchestrated pitfalls, flat tyres, ball cancer Un/fortunately we can't all make a living droning on about them to room full (dreamer) of people very likely nursing bigger problems themselves. For some reason a healthy handful of tolerant souls, against all logic, love watching our melodramatic, melodic, musing Mooseman do just that! Now he's got aggressive arthritis destroying his joints, an Everest basecamp show on the horizon, and scuppered grand plans to keep active. However, disease hasn't affected his singing voice... it's still bad... Why not watch him cry... sorry, try!