How fitting to just walk into my girlfriends salon just now hearing the Pixies’ classic song,
Where is my mind? (Video linked there)
Previous to this, I was walking down the Franklin Street and just glancing over at our local music emporium, Pentatonic Guitars when I realized that I need to pick up guitar picks. I barely use picks anymore, yet every time I reach for one in my pocket they are gone.

Maybe it saw me and started hiding!

Minutes later I am three blocks away with no guitar picks. How could I have possibly not walked into the store and purchased three picks. How does our brain jump so easily from thought to thought. I’m probably in need of a shot of Radiolab to help answer my query!

Thought I’d share my weakness before I head off to practice some new tunes for the Hotels & Highways tour with Mia Dyson.