Mike, before you lose your memory entirely perhaps you'd like to consider the following (from pp. 34-35, Wittgenstein's Vienna): "The Waltz has always been the symbol of Viennese joie de vivre; yet, it too, had its other face. One visitor from Germany described Strauss and his waltzes as providing an escape into the demonic: "'African and hot-blooded, crazy with life . . . restless, unbeautiful, passionate . . . he exorcises the wicked devils from our bodies and he does it with waltzes, which are the modern exorcism . . . capturing our sense in a sweet trance. Typically African is the way he conducts his dances; his own limbs no longer belong to him when the thunderstorm of his waltz is let loose; his fiddle-bow dances with his arms . . . the tempo animates his feet; the melody waves champagne-glasses in his face and the devil is abroad . . . A dangerous power has been given into the hands of this dark man; he may regard it as his good fortune that to music one may think all kinds of thoughts, that no censorship can have anything to do with waltzes, that music stimulates our emotions directly, and not through the channel of thought . . . Bacchantically the couples waltz . . . lust let loose. No God inhibits them.'" The person who wrote that wasn't alone. "This is but one of many reports in which contemporary observers spoke of the Viennese passion for the dance as pathological and as reflecting their need to escape the harsh realities of daily life in the City of Dreams." You wrote that you wished you could forget you lived in Memphis. Perhaps a few waltzes will help. Lawrence