Erika paused, thought it over, and spoke thusly: >if expecting a reply, please note my signature, which contains >clarification of my >peculiar circumstances. >b spake thus: ><snip> >>~of Heaven & Hell: >>In Heaven music is English, beer is German, and girls are Australian. >>In Hell girls are English, music is German, and beer is Australian. > >Written by somebody who's never tasted Coopers beer (to mention one >of many) or >listened to J.S.Bach. I'll leave it up to a man to comment on the girls. Oh dear, old JSB will survive without me, quite sure of that. I lean towards Stravinsky. All that ultra-clever-busy Germanic music reminds me of the particular time when syphilis raged throughout Europe. As a musician the better part of the last 45 years, I learned not to question/debate the taste of others. [BTW, some generous character is uploading Bach's Collected works, as I type, to a.b.s.mp3s (hi-res, to boot), which I'm downloading,]. I embrace inconsistency, starting with my own, naturally, and extending outwards. The 'beer thing' is related to blood, again, specifically, mine...and my slant towards things 'Northern'... ~flipper -- "It used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing- I used to be a good boy." -- Mark Twain