When Thor describes to Cole Porter as almost a God, I'm suddenly suffused with a warm glow of solidarity. I always *knew* there was a sound discrimination trying to get out from behind from that forbidding exterior. But, Thor, what are we to make of these other tin ears who seem to think American popular music began sometime around the mid 60s? To my mind the contribution to human art made by Jewish American composers of this century stand up there right alongside the one donated by the Wops of Renaissance Florence. McCartney certainly wrote a few sweet things & a couple of Dylan's ditties tend to snag in the memory. But what can compare with the infinite subtlety, the grown-up wit, the simple, heart stopping beauty of Kern, Youmanns, Porter, Gershwin, Rogers ...? Scottie B.