I gotta confess that I had to ask my much better half who sang the, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" song. I'd rather eat glass than listen to Country music and/or anything current. But that's just me. My wife knows if she cranks her tunes it will drive me screaming and reeling from the room to the exile of my man-cave which is, thankfully, sound insulated and in the furthest corner away from her tunes in the basement. Now if I could only figure out how to vent my man-cave...No, that would never work. She's already hinting darkly that I should set up a little ice-fishing hut out on the back deck and smoke inside there, and not in the garage. Wives are too weird. But then she's from Venus and I'm from, from, Windsor, Ontario. What can I say?????? 8O