Thinking back to an evening in Rochester, when Kip and I went to Water Street Music Hall to hear the Flatlanders. They were sublime, and we spent some time on the bus with them after the show. Most of the talk was nonsense and revolved around some lyrics Joe Ely had started about a discombobulator and "Sooner or later you have to pay the alligator." I am thinking of this because I have been somehow discombobulated since I got back from new orleans. Somebody or something put the whammy on me. I keep dropping stuff and walking into things. I don't know what it is. It isn't all bad, but I am not sure it's all good either. Could it be the severe change in altitude? Those extreme lows and those extreme highs? Just more of the roller coaster ride?