Nah, Joe, I find that once it is planted, it takes root and grows all over, untidy... shifting keys, doing different arrangements, rhythms... buddying up in a medley with the strangest things... learning a sound from one tune and seeing another dissimilar one morph into that sound while the first one morphs into something else... us humans is CREE-AY-TIVE to beat all git-out.

Synthesizer of the mind too... just last night, "Sitting at the Feet of Jesus," a very pretty waltz sung sedately in church, informed me it was now an immoderate blues number, and syncopated. I blame Bill Broonzy. *G*

~S~