Today he told me to turn the music loud enough that the neighbors will surely complain and then to have another beer and write some code.

Code written while drinking has a special quality, it's got a 50-50 shot at being either embarrassing or so brilliant you're not sure whether you wrote it or you fell asleep at your terminal and some djinn came and wrote it.

This is probably how that myth happened with that kraut shoe-maker and while he was asleep gnomes came in and made some amazing shoes. He probably was drinking Brother Thelonious. :mcafeesmug3: