Since 1948, after seeing the movie, The Thief of Bagdad, I composed cerebral symphonies every day. It was a pleasant pastime. But suddenly in 1953 I needed a full orchestra at my command - me playing every instrument in that impossible ensemble (Impossible! It would have had to include a full Western High-Art orchestra, bagpipes, Rahet Ek Lek, Saron, Sarangi, Gender and numerous other instruments). Furthermore, there was no time to study composition, conducting etc. Besides I was too young. I needed it then, immediately, to drown out with music, the new disturbing sounds I heard emanating for my own fear and ignorance of the ways of men and women; from the contempt I felt for the fact that I had no driver's license; and so far of course I had to drown out the sound of the traffic on the road east. Now I have learned to drive quite well, have a license, and see that I have learned the ways of men and women just as well, but unfortunately a little too late. So in celebration of time wasted I continue to play the guitar. I made an orchestra out of the guitar. It was immediately available to me, from Sears and Roebuck. My friends, who already plated it assured me that I could learn the rudiments quickly. I bought one but employed no teachers. I could tolerate none, nor they me. Would there have been a wise and quick teacher - one who knew more than the music on the page, on the radio, in the concert hall - one who knew the music of men and women. Perhaps he could have taught me a