>>>>>[Nice to see that people still appreciate classics around here, uncle of mine who's only semi-retired likes old country songs and his "apprentice" loves classic Rob Zombie. He even names his T-birds after Zombie songs. Both love to hack comm-channels and blast their favorites. Yeah, music is big in my family; you either learn to play, sing, or shoot...often all the above. If not for a twist of fate, I would have likely pursued a music career myself. I still have an old 2005 Gibson, named Gwen, that belonged to my great-grandfather, a blues player from 'Nawlins. Got it for him after he lost his 1955 Gibson was lost in a fire. Only got to play it once before he died, but boy did he, just enough to learn her name. He fought in the Vietnam war back and playing was the only thing that kept him sane when he came home, accoriding to grandpa. Even after all these years, Gwen still sings like an angel, provided she likes your soul. Maybe we'll get to play again when I'm done here. Would be nice. ]<<<<<
--Bravo Six (09:46:34/04-03-74)