Tom, you have yet again proved why I proudly keep my FOT card in my wallet. The faux-pas you mentioned no doubt represents a massively bad clanger from a band noted for its harmonies. That I grant without quibble. But as bad harmonies go, in a world populated largely by the tone-deaf (and even more frequently by the rhythm-free [how many times have you endured a concert, or even a figure-skating performance, during which the audience resolutely clapped off beat? {I'm sure that, given the fetching Jillian Barberie's accomplishments in the rink, you have experienced the latter more often than you care to remember}]), the hiccup you featured can only be viewed as a minor embarrassment to a combo that, over time, was almost eternally competent and occasionally sublime. And this, as I think of it, may have been why you pointed out the lapse: tsk-tsk'ing the accomplished for their slipups is at worst petty and at best useful commentary; chastising the inept for their inevitable failures is just bullying. And you, sir, though frequently frightening, are not a bully (although I am, I admit, a-scared of you--and the telephone).
That said, I am, of course, always available for prehearings of the show at your discretion. Should the Kid request it, that would only be my duty as a loyal FOT.