There are many great players who are technogiants. These pyrogeniuses amaze,mistify and astound. However these same players stand and scratch their head when the crowd loves to dance to less proficient players who don't have half the chops as they. They can't figure it out because they are missing something in their own playing.....life. Or, as one might say, a life.

Some poor cloistered soul who has given himself to the bowed triplet and is so fokused on it he misses how the music moves in the room and smiles on the faces of people. I have been dressed down a few times by nazi'z some of genres. But I'm pretty smart, if someone wants a thing a certain way, all they have to do is explain it to me.

As for the dundering a%%holes who need diatribe to give weight to a shallow hull, I say F*&K 'em

Luke