Oh yes, that was his name. (see below) Baby Gramps. I have seldom been entertained to the degree I was last Thursday night by this incredibly talented steel guitar master. I'm not a music review writer so I can hardly do justice to this man's brilliance, but I must give it a shot. His style is thetrical really, he jumps and bleats and barks and shakes while wacking the living hell out of his guitar all while completely in control of the indstrument. He dominates it like an expert dog handler shouts orders to a hyperactive yet totally submisive beagle. And he makes you laugh your ass off too, while you can't help but jump up and clap and sing along. Baby Gramps. Check him out.