PoppaGator ... I know exactly what you mean. Of all my three children, keepers every one, only my youngest is serious about his music. They all were seriously exposed to music whilst growing up, but Chris did take to the guitar. But alas, he ALSO took to the electric bass. And even worse than that, he's darned good at it. Good enough that he's frequantly pursued by some of the NorthWests better rock bands. But, and here's the good part of the story, he got totally disgusted with the scene: the drugs, the groupies, and whatever, that he won't perform with them anymnore, though he likes to jam occasionally. He lives a couple of hours North of me, so we don't get to hang out as much as I would like. And yet, whenever he is here, he usually grabs one of my Martins, starts a few riffs, and asks me to show him him something. I actually once had the GREAT PLEASURE of overhearing him brag to one of his friends about me and my music. Now, that's a special thrill that every olde fart folksinger Dad should have. CHEERS, Bob