Weird little snippet of a nappy-dream:  I’m laying on the couch in somebody’s living room, surrounded by snoozing bandmates cocooned in their sleeping bags.  It’s time to get up; everybody rustles to wakefulness but Ryan, who’s reclined on a La-Z-Boy type chair next to the couch.  I give him a gentle "Ryyyyannnn…", nothing happens.  A little louder: *Ryan*.  Nothing.  So… "RYAN!" Nope.  Everybody’s all… what the fuuu??  So I kinda yell it this time RYAN!!  The bandmates and I look at each other in horror thinking "This guy is either completely deaf and he never told us, or he’s fuckin’ with our heads!" I give him a noodge on the shoulder and he does wake up and gives no indication he was foolin’.  But then he starts talking so… huh.  Prank?  Or for real?  How can a person be a bassist and be deaf?  He must be feeling the vibration of the low notes through his feet, and he must be an excellent lip-reader.  Weeeird.  Well, as long as he can play, I suppose.  Oh, and I noticed a HUGE spiderweb going all across the room; I pointed it out to Ryan and plotted out the course I’d have to take to avoid it going to the bathroom/kitchen or wherever. Just in case no one wanted to play the hero and rip it down; that sure wasn’t gonna be ME.