Horus reciting poem and blowin on a harmonica is quite an experience; a cross between calm enjoyment and extreme irritation. Each squeal of that harmonica disrupts my tranquil mood and induces in me a feeling of hatred, along with a desire to melt that cursed instrument and bury it in wet cement. Never-the-less, it was an experience from which I learned poetry and harmonica tunes are not the best combination-- Kill the harmonica. ____________________________________________ | | | No offense, I enjoy most of your music, | | but I really hope you lose that harmonica | | and never buy another. | |____________________________________________|