Of course Geoffkait, and so is my Pecan, my now retired Fung Sui woodden forks, and let's not forget my pet anchovy--preserved for 46 years between two glass microscope slides--which reminds me of the ever-growing gap of time between this ever vanishing now and the long-vanished 'then' so long ago when the 6-year-old me plucked the little fish from under the left-most fish-monger stand in the main fish market of Santa margherita Ligure. Time is very mysterious indeed, and forms the basis of any personal mythology. Is perhaps the CLC a personal musical mythology generator of sorts?