mikeh! Nice reply! While I appreciate the domestic bliss you portray by typing "my wife",
please, take it easy on me, famous for being a born-again virgin.
I am impressed by the reception other members have given your domain,
not seeing compliments like this before for off-board, if not offshore, uploading.
I'd have a hard time calling myself a serious composer, or song-writer,
when I'm not about being electronic, except for making all those sounds.
If I were you, I'd invent a persona, and using old, if not antique materials,
create music you say was found in the interior lining of an old Volkswagen,
in a wrecking yard, brought over from Germany after the war.
If you want, I'll supply an oil painting that could be mistaken as an old master,
to round out your package.
Even serious composers are expected to provide their own graphics nowadays.
If you can admit to being lower case, okay, I'm just a relative minor.
I have to confess, I might be a resource, or cultural sounding board for you.
As a teen, I was an usher at the local theater where adult and foreign films played,
and that manager hired me as the sign-painter when the new drive-in was built,
seeing all the movies one year, early eighties.
In high school, my parents, yes, Watt clan, had the first colour TV we knew of in Welland.
A big one, too. Coming over Thursday night to watch Star Trek was a biggie for my friends.
In the late sixties, the police officer father of one of my friends, had channel 25.
That was about the police station being able to contact him in his house,
but it also let us watch the original Monty Python TV series.
I never paid for cable, always having a VHS or DVD player for movies.
Playing in bands full time in the seventies and eighties,
meant watching satellite screens before they were available to the public.
You might not understand Ontario, bending over for Hollywood and California,
allowing royalty legal content, but denying self capabilities long after others went residential.
I saw Jimi Hendrix in Toronto, with his P.A. speakers in the four corners of Maple Leaf Gardens,
so if you even want to know what Jimi Hendrix would do, with his corporate producers,
you can ask me, unless you can imagine those thoughts yourself.
I hafta update, I really do.
Somewhere, over their rainbow, the ozone hole expands...
