John and Dalia's last comments make me want to add something else ... hope I'm not too boring. About a dozen years ago, my friend Lauren was hired as guest violin soloist to perform with a local orchestra. He flew up to Washington state from California and we took advantage of this to have a good visit. He was in town for about a week, rehearsing and visiting with the conductor. I came over to where he was staying and we had a few days visits also. He insisted that I bring my guitar. After the final concert, we all went to the conductor's home for a party. Neither the Orchestra conductor, or any of the musicians knew me, but as was Lauren's friend, I was made very welcome. As we started to relax, out came the instruments. Of course the Conductor's living room had a full grand piano there, and in no time, the music started. I had the time of my life. Every possible kind of music was heard that night: Jazz, trumpet solos, folksongs, classical guitar, ragtime, you name, it was there. But what really astounded me was the quality of the guitar playing that happened as my instrument was passed around the room. It happens to be a very fine old Martin, and everyone admired it. Before long, the oboe player was doing Villa Lobos on it, the Conductor played jazz on it, Lauren did some stuff on it. I think I can remember doing a little piano work too ... of course Brandy helps in social situations like this! In closing, I'll say that I think the only people that know how to party better than proffessional musicians are ... schoolteachers! (but that's another thread). CHEERS, Bob