Music is admittedly a big part of my life. Songs breed like rabbits around here, and minutes turn to hours. Ancient and just plain old songs come bursting into new life at the merest inspired listening moment... Like a reality check in reincarnation enactment. People listen with mixed emotion, often wondering what (non-existant) double message I must be implying... Creative thought is reluctantly wrested into action, by a music muse that bears little resemblance to a faithful and lusty lover. People cheer, and expect an encore when this mus(e)ical entity sends chills up and down taut and enervated spines... What does music do for us?, I ask... ttr