Group. Nice word. Imagine a family of Scots, living in Missouri, all within a half mile of one another, all trying to teach their children the history of the family. Then mix in a kid growing up with his uncles, aunts, cousins, everybody singing the old songs and telling the old tales. That's how I grew up. My grandfather took me in one night a week to teach me to tell stories, my uncle Joe worked with me trying to find an instrument I could play, and the family dosed me regularly with folk songs from the Old Country.

After all that, I was 20 before I heard Rock. Never made any sense to me then.

Of course, there was Jethro Tull...(You may throw rocks now.)

Mikal, (grinning, still playing Bodrhan!)