My father, whom we called "Daddy Roy"(Later, he was renamed "SuperPop" by his grandson.) The reason he is a "strange" influence is because he could not play worth a damn. He had a heart for music and talked about the greats; Merle Travis, Chet, Mississippi John (From whose brother, Ennis, my dad would buy bootleg whiskey!) He would sit under an old oak with me, and play on his old Harmony. I was around three or four at the time, yet I recall the look of pleasure on his face whenever he would play. As a result of those "oak tree concerts", I developed an appreciation for, and a desire to play, Music. khandu