I well remember one particular night, it was a hoot at Almar Lanczos' home in Seattle. The year was 1959. (my memory is downright scary). This one gorgous young lady had been attending several hoots and she was enthralled with "Greensleeves." Night after night, hoot after hoot, she kept requesting that DON FIRTH sing Greensleeves, and nothing else! Finally, in frustration and to be be rid of her, he did Greensleeves as a TALKING BLUES! Try it, it works ... "Alas my love, you do me wrong ..." She left and we never saw her again. (And I was just working up my courage to ask her for a date!). CHEERS, Bob(deckman)Nelson