Ahh, Spawz, now that was one interestin thread, but now that I've learned that C.F.Martin had any thing to do with making that bastardized instrument I'll be lookin at my 1964 D-18 a little differently, as in...ahh... You related to that f**kin thing?... It's kinda like hookin up with the woman of your dreams then meeting her mother and remembering someone telling you that they all end up lookin like their mothers and you're lookin at mom thinkin that this if a freight train were to get a look at mom, it would jump tracks and take a dirt road... But, yeah. We mighta had a major food fight down in Tweedsburg one night. That is dependin just who you ask. Seems that there was a skirmish over a certain musician, who will remain nameless, who might have been in the Yardbirds and Cream (wink, wink) in Tweedsburg before I tunneled in there. Well, I'm not too sure, Spawz, what was said and who said it but I was warned when I got there that, no matter what I talked about, I should stay clear of mentioning this Blind Faith guy so I did...well, kindof. But one night the devil... yes, the devil... broke in my house and got on my puter and... well, he went right on down to Tweeds Square wearin my hat and coat and since it was dark everyone thought the devil was me and so the devil yelled "Eri* Clapt*n" three times real loud and then ran off into the darkness. Well, that started the "Rumble in the Tweedsburg Jungle". When the sun came up the next morning the Tweedsburg Shack was completely covered with grafetti, the coolers and folding chairs strewn in and around the shack and my poor ol' butt duct taped to the bench in Tweedsburg Square. I think that's what happened but if you asked each Tweedster you'd probably get as many versions as Tweedsters. All I know, is that whatever happened, I'z still get duct taped to just about any nasty thing they find around Tweedsburg, like Beachie's high tech potty lounge chair. So, Spawz, thats that's my story and I'z stickin to it. What else can I do? They got me duct taped to the story, too. Oh, depot agent, please....cut this danged tape.....