I'm relieved that I didn't offend you. If I had a nickel for everytime I got frustrated by something in the practice room, well, I'd have enough to buy a Monette. No, 4 Monettes. Scratch that. The company. My stand has had a few choice profanites flung at it more than once in a while. The root of my frustration: I refuse to accept that I'm as good as I'm going to get; I refuse to take the easy route and give up to play Hot Cross Buns on clarinet or with my bands; I refuse to believe that... well... read my signature.