We both really do have just two hands and two legs(right...!?),so we couldn't play the guitar, drums+percussions and at the same time to cackle, to drivel, to dance, to greet, to smile, to controll, to gesticulate and extra to damage(recyclation?) bass, piano, strings, brass and to do any single effects and equanimously necessarily blendly pleasant trinkets and flies. That's why we exploit guaranteed reliable and unique favours of humbly obediently notlamenting friend called The Player who has everything in his fingertips(a hand...?!), babbles with us and besides he dictates us the tempo, bastard...! (ha!!Dictator...totalitarism?!) The original Seventies(age?) QY was definately substituted by this smaller but more efficient artist...