Well, I've had a transformation. I'm no longer the user in charge of good cheer, optimism and bravado. That's all the others. I'm in the land of don't feed me stuff, I might be between morphine injections or thc meds, or something. At least it's still something.

All the rest of the users will now jump in and sing kum-by-a or however you call it.

I think they are the ones who apoligise for the elevator music creeping into my beloved software.

BTW, I just went out of genre and tried Country Train RealTracks on Folsom Prison Blues. Slow, and gritty. I am going to get some elevator dings and try them in loops, but I'm deaf and don't hear those dings. No more dings or dongs. I just wait for the door to open.


John Conley
Musica est vita