The madness of way gone brother Fritzi standing tall and musically adventurous in high walled electronic studio color melting collaged in last night's dream. Why would we say to him "yes, this crazy piano is fantastic, but if you want to make any dough you might have to compose for weddings"? Very perplexing, seeing as he is dead and obviously happy as a clam doing wild music - but then, the madness of the thought that you still are required to earn a living when you're dead! NO! NO! NO! It can't be so! No rent in heaven, please!