I was listening to some folk music from the computer last night -- just this song and that from an era when songs told stories and it was not so important that everyone be on-key because this was an expression of experience and community -- and I was delighted. It was just my taste.
To give as good as I get.
And the next question into my mind was, "How do you know you aren't already doing that every time you do something ... anything done with attention?"
Just a little more belly-button lint.