Walter, I read the article you refer to, and it surely brought back memories. When I was stationed at the Naval shipyard in Boston, back in the early sixties, we would go downtown to some of the old blues bars and nurse a drink for an hour or so while listening to the live bands. There is simply no experience quite like sitting right in front of a B3 and letting the vibrations pulse through your body. After a while you just have to get up and dance or at least jump around before you lapse into a coma. I think its those early days that had the most effect on my choice to drive everyone crazy with something I termed "music". Ahh, youth.