Val,

Your Tascam is all you'd need to get your old cassette tunes into the "digital domain" where you can perform serious surgery on them.

I, too, was always playing for other people to dance so I didn't really learn to dance well. Oh, I could fake it through a slow shuffle or waltz with minimal damage to the lady's podiatry. I can dance as well in my powered wheelchair. A black (her term) nurse seeks me out during live entertainment to dance and when I point to my wheelchair as an alibi she reassures me by saying: "Don't worry 'bout it! Watt folks cain't daince anyway! Then she proceeds to dazzle the joint with her footwork while I put my wheelchair in neutral steer and make tight circles. Oh how I love that little lady!

Now, she and my Head Nurse, Amy (talk about yer basic medical specialization) can really incise the loom-age (cut a rug) proving that watt folks can too dance.

She once said: "God made all of us from the same cookie dough and uses the same cookie cutter!" I retorted: "Yes, but, occasionally He scorches a batch!" Three days later, I woke up in the ICU.

Last edited by Don Gaynor; 04/07/12 03:17 PM.