For that then I will answer in reverse to unhook the Fish as soon as possible. We were a symphonic rock band that would never sound like country and western. In check with symphonic band's usual disregard to record company mandated limits of three and a half minutes, like the 10 minutes of Ghost Love Score for example, the song didn't fit on a single, so we had to slow it down to 33 1/3 RPM instead of the usual 45 RPM and speed it up to bring it in under 6 minutes. Suffice it to say I didn't like the end result, but I do still have a tape that I may yet digitize should I find both the time and a working tape player. It was recorded in an attic in the Hague in 1986 and was the reason to try the recording studio in '87. In retrospect that cramped attic had the better talent at the controls, though I will never try to wrestle a half stack (guitar amp) up 4 flights of narrow stairs ever again.

As to friends, I saw that you were recently visited by an old acquaintance who in a very nice way paid me a visit or 2 during your long absences. Chalk up a win for the friendlies as I think you'll possibly find much support there.

You can lead a Horse to water but you can't make it drink they say. This may be true, but a warm heart may convince an otherwise callous one to at least try to savor your freely given morsels of insight. Not efficiently, far from it, but so worth it to stretch and reach for.

Indeed, the A rated actors are not in the clips. Outrageous perhaps, but I didn't call the shots nor did I edit the sound. The insistence on working in noisy environments means I have to record things that later have to be removed destroying what was good. This is why Movie houses use Foley artists to create the sound stage. For now this project gets me out of the House, but for how long will remain to be seen. If I get involved with the sound production, it will take longer than editing the video footage.

I will likely never catch up to your level of language and knowledge of the classics, I had a late start as I was trying to analyze electrical circuits without as much as a single diagram, to exorcise the Gremlins from many a machine. Unlike Metaphysics, I don't question what is there or what it's like, it's always been my place to question what it's supposed to do, and why it's not doing it. For example: when the windshield wipers come on when you turn on the ship's radio, a diagram will not help you find the cause, so while the engineers and technicians spent a week not finding the problem, I spent a few hours finding a snap button's screw from a freshly installed Tarp connecting the radio's wiring to the wipers. Giggles!

Every discipline has it strengths and limitations, as do we as people. I look forward to continuing this mutually inclusive exploration of the mind and soul. That being said, I do question publicly undressing a battle hardened soldier stripping away the rusty armor to reveal the bloody gelatinous mess underneath. We may have need for that soldier just yet.

Thank you so much, sincerely, Onno.

Edit: The avatar was an earlier picture of the same object you see warding off aliens. It was created as a parade prop for a rust themed parade in Goor. The avatar leaves no doubt to locals as to which general Area I live in at the moment, though the need for that has left as has the farm and the rusty skull.