In the early ‘70s my friend and I auditioned for a “wandering minstrels” job at a Mexican restaurant. We got the job and were asked the name of our duo. We hadn’t a name, but after a moment’s thought we can up with “The Elixirs”, knowing the effect that their food had on the hapless diners. When we came to play a day or so later, we saw the little marquee displaying: “Tonight The Ixlers”, and so instantly became the only surviving descendants of that brand new lost ancient civilization.