A bit off the track here but speaking of Reed Martin, as True-Love just was, I had a wonderful brief encounter with him at a small "Bluegrass and Old-Timey" festival here some years back. He was there as the "Old-Timey" part of the thing - playing banjo. People bent his ear all weekend about technique. I happened to sing a few sentimental parlour songs on one of the concerts - as I do when I get the chance. I ran into Reed just afterwards and he mentioned an old song his mother used to sing. He agreed to sing it for me - away from the crowd. He said it was for the ears of someone who loved and appreciated that kind of song. I've never forgotten the compliment, or the way he sang that sad old song. He'd forgotten the words for the chorus and I later tracked the song down and sent him the words. Joy