Hi Gargoyle, I'm toying with an idea that you're the ghost of my father. Hope you don't mind.

You've been nudging me on a sore spot--I wish I could commit to a genre or style and stop noodling around, tune by tune, looking for things I like. And I'm sometimes embarrassed by some of the pop-rock stuff I like, or like aspects of.

But there's some fun in it, too, as an expression of energy and abandon--kind of like tennis today, if you compared it to tennis in the early 1900's, would look insane. Not that folk is staid, but there seems to be a trend of devices and idioms that focus on simply expressing energy, bounce, build and release, and kids respond to it. I do, I like it, I can sing it, I use some of it.

Hey Mister, can we have our ball back? (the ghetto)

Does anyone know why the cheese stands alone? The farmer takes a wife, everything takes something, then the cheese stands alone. What's that about?