I'm glad that you don't have a chip truck on your shoulder, Margaret. I found an old tape of Marianne Faithfull last night when I was recording samples of Canadian singers for a foreign mudFriend. I was a little embarassed at how few female Canadian singers I had in my collection.

This morning I shoved Marianne into the tape deck before looking for a thread or two to read. Unfortunately the tape was sticking. She sounded shakier then she sounded when she was shooting heroin so I replaced her with a tape of bunch of guys jamming at Minnie's house in Cape Breton. I'm sorry. I didn't realize that my tapes had such political significance until I read this thread.

My interest in Marianne Faithfull was renewed recently when I saw a documentary on her life. The part of the documentary that really stands out in my mind was when a police dope raid on the Stones mansion caught Stones members trying to stick a Mars bar up Marianne's butt. The program cut to Keith Richards saying with a grin, 'That story was completely fabricated by journalists. We were out of Mars bars.' This didn't renew my interest in her music as much as her pain, sadness, honesty and the beauty in her songs.

I'm surprised, Margaret, that you stated your feelings so clearly after Little Hawk told you that there are no women's issues, only human issues. Now that we have complete worldwide equality of the sexes and now that Little Hawk and the rest of us boys can share equally in the joys of breastfeeding and in the pain of childbirth with all the women in the world, why would women complain? You wouldn't be fighting millions of years of evolution that has left men blindsided to the possibility that women can sing beautifully all night long?