What is this compulsion to get up in the middle of the night and putter around making strange new noise? Not even the siren's call of television, the physical need for exercise, or threats of dire consequences from employers about nodding off during meetings seem to keep them from it. Despite the plaintive urging from spouses to return to bed and feed the cat, their pallid visages remain lit up by the ghostly glow of computer monitors, or they can be only heard running power tools behind the locked doors of their workshops building god knows what. They realize that no conventional radio station would ever play their work, that no coffee house would let them set up in a corner and blat away at the customers, that their extended relatives will respond with polite incomprehension or outright incredulity when they try to describe their passion over the turkey carcass. Untold millions throughout the world suffer this experimental obsession. Theirs is an often-misunderstood grass roots form of self expression. In other words, theirs is the "Folk Music of the 21st Century.