I have gathered a garland of other mens flowers the French philosopher Montaigne famously wrote and nothing is mine but the cord that binds them. The first decade of the twentyfirst century appears to belong to the collagist for whom the creative act is not creation sui generis but rather the collecting cutting and pasting of the already extant. Collage which began as an art meant to confound the brain with its disparate components has jumped the flat surface so that almost all musicians design