Had the weirdest dream this night. Mark, myself, and possibly some more people were in a room which looked like a studio or rehearsal room. Mark was sitting opposite me, and, lo and behold, he had large, almost circular, acrylic nails, painted in two different shades of red, one red on one hand, the second red on the other.
"I can't help but notice that your nails are painted in two different reds", I said. "Is that a hint that you might bring out the two old red Fender Strats [from the early DS days] for this tour?"
"No, they are too unreliable for that", he answered in a very soft voice. He sounded a bit like Anthony Hopkins.
And that's it. Go figure. Where does all this junk come from?