With a lot of the technology pimping music to epic heights, there is a danger of the organic, off-the-cuff, spur-of-the-moment immediacy getting trampled. Artists today often make sure everything is in place before taking a stab. And though this pre-flight check may be wise, it isn't always good for the soul. Then you have the two nameless buskers I heard at the Public Market Saturday morning. Sipping coffee and digging the parade with my old lady and the hoi poloi under umbrella'd shade, the duo's rapidly picked country blues plinked and plunked exuberantly. When pressed for their name, they looked at each other and simply said, "Raed and Tony." They had met only recently and this - aside from a recent open jam - was their first gig. No rehearsal, no CD, no marketing strategy, no name. By the time I saw them again Sunday night they had come up with a name and made their debut playing as The Old Market Ramblers. The band was a mere 31 hours old.