It was Peter, Paul and downright Scary at 7th and Montana this morning as a pair of Anonymous Musicians made the scene, intent on transforming Our Favorite Starbucks into their own, personal Woodstock. One man played the guitar and sang folk tunes, while the other occasionally whipped out a harmonica and shoved it into his friend's mouth. "Get a load of the Hootenanny," said Bob, as they launched into an offbeat rendition of "Tell it on the Mountain." At first it was all very entertaining -- especially watching the 'assistant' hold a harmonica in his friend's mouth -- but after a while it started getting on my nerves. By the third set, neighborhood dogs were barking to beat the band. "If I had a Hammer," I began ... but there was no need to finish my sentence. The musicians somehow sensed they had worn out the welcome mat and headed due East. No doubt they were going to Peet's (Seegers, that is ...)!