It is sad indeed that there are some folks who feel the need to express their disdain for the memories of others.

At any rate, I like you set lists, John Hardly, and strangely, have been playing "Stardust" intermittently. I hadn't played it for years, and it has figured in my life in a number of different in peculiar ways--

When in college, I bought the sheet music, and immediately had to confront my deficiencies as a guitar player-- didn't know how to play half the chords in the arrangement, and didn't know how to get most of the other ones to fit in--furthermore, though I could read the melody line, I had no idea how to play it on my guitar. It was what they nowadays refer to as "a wake-up call."

Finally figured out how to play what was on the sheet music, only to have someone play me the Django recording of the tune, which simultaneously lifted me up and pulled me down.

A few years later, I met my mentor, dear old Uncle Albert, who taught me how to really play the tune, and I happily banged away at it for quite sometime.

Then, one sunny afternoon, while picking through the melody, which is really like no other pop tune, it suddenly occurred to me that a kid from Indiana, years younger than I was, had just pulled it out of the air one day. And I still haven't gotten over that heartbreak...