Every time I travel I know in advance there will be at least one significant item forgotten. I got into the habit of making lists before leaving but last week, before this trip to Winnipeg, I neglected to do it. As my daughter got the window seat of the airplane it hit me, I forgot the power supply for my computer: shitsticks. In the 90s, in The Binder Specialists two of my bandmates Liz and Selina, had a saying when something was amiss, “nothing a hundred bucks wouldn’t fix”. Usually a comment on style but sitting here at the Polo Park Apple Store I hear my brain remembering that line. How is it that the brain forgets things and remembers later to tell itself it will forget things? When I was a kid one of the craziest most amazing sights I ever experienced was a concert of John Hammond Jr. solo. Amazing dobro and harmonica. Unique inventive efforts with the slide and equally fascinating contortions in his face, mesmerizing. A classmate of mine at music school in the 80s, once said she thought when we watch people soloing, we’re seeing their “making love” faces. I bet it is true, so many different parts of the brain.