Very little will be too much and not enough <sigh>. Ok, as little as possible: Come from a family of very diverse interests, ranging from the professions to all the fine and artisan arts, including performing arts to cleaning pipe organs, and baking to adventures in science <booming echo>. In the middle of my life find I am creating and recreating myself once again but music is always a force for good and increasing feelings of self worth and joy. I rediscovered a love for metal when I was stuck in a nursing home convalescing with a profoundly broken leg last year. For 3 months I languished emotionally while working out fanatically in an attempt to have the strength to be allowed to go home. Ha! I was already disabled when I broke it. The Job-like (as in "the Book of Job" in the Old Testament, see your local complete Bible) irony of my situation struck me one night and in complete frustration I began to pick up 2 stations on the clock radio, one a mellowed out stoned sessions and R&B fest type and the other a metal extravaganza, sexist and and really a lotta crotch rock. I stuck with the crotch rock, since I WANTED to melt my mind a bit. This rejuvenated my love of the blues and well, just music became a deep well for me once again, providing solace, conviction and psychological stamina.