I had a Spartans dream, and a nice one: we were driving in James's old 88 and he was singing a song he'd made up, a Beefheart howl called, "I Can't Couple" and Stephen was riding shotgun, gentle as a lamb and Jimmy had a bunch of new songs he wanted to teach me. I had my ukulele with me and I couldn't wait to learn the new songs.  I was happy that we were all together.