Just before I check into the Neal Young home for my weekend rehab make sure there's a six-pack of ice cold Fosters for John of Brisbane for all those tunes he's been posting, from those of a technical and musical bent who can understand them, and those who can't like me but just applaud the work load. [jeez, Rog, almost got serious there, you definitely need the therapy. Well at least I'm not talking to myself. Well, I am but I'm not listening].