The night before last, I dreamed my sister was playing a jaw harp. I had a few of mine lined up. I realized my Berenzenko was my favorite (you could practically sing through it). All of them had their virtues, but the Berenzenko was my favorite.

Last night, I dreamt I was gonna play an 8-track on the stereo speakers. But my dad said, 'No! Don't play 8-tracks! 8-tracks are dangerous!'