Dai, Dai, Dai!! Don't do it! Save yourself before it's too late!

Pretty soon you'll forget how to do ANY practical things at all. The faucets are leaking? You'll just stand there stupidly, muttering "What would Django do?" The furnace blows up? You immediately break into 'mining disaster' ballads, while herself tries to repair the damage. Income tax forms to fill out? You sing MacColl's 'Ballad of Accounting' and hope they'll just go away.

Worst of all, by default (having a shitload of instruments) you'll become an expert in an area where people HATE experts! (see "why are bridges glued down?") Knowing how to do a perfect set-up on a banjo or mandolin is nowhere near as valuable as knowing how NOT to get ripped off at your car repair emporium. For example, I can play (reasonably convincingly) on about 40 instruments...and I drive a Ford Escort...my local grease monkey drives a Corvette, and probably can't play two notes on a harmonica!

Really start worrying when you get that Hurdy Gurdy! You'll attract very interesting women, but forget the 'Brittney' type babes....they only go for Fender Strat type guys!

On the other hand....welcome to the 'Nurd Club'. I think Mudcat Jeri's about to join as well!

On a completely unrelated matter....We saw the cute movie "The Englishman Who went Up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain" the other night. Is it true that Welsh folks designate each person with a 'knickname', as in "Morgan the Goat" or John the bottle etc.? Do you have one? Can we call you "Dai the Gurdy"?

Cheers

Rick