Joe's standard position during the Illbillys' first, "threesome" set, during which they play an hour's worth of songs they learned before he came swaggering along with all his guitars & knobs & buttons & wires & obsessively perfectionist ways. Joe uses this time to get the sound just right, muttering darkly to himself and whispering cryptic commands into a tiny, throat-mounted microphone. Okay, I made up the microphone, and the muttering and cryptic commands. And the obsessively perfectionist ways, really: I wouldn't say he's necessarily obsessed, just...focused. Yeah, THAT'S it.