I had a dream about you. You were the lead guitarist in a band with no voice, and you were holding auditions for lead singer. Everybody in line in front of me and behind me was a mime, so I felt confident I’d get the gig. I felt my performance was excellent, like Axl Rose meets Rosie O’Donnell, but no, you felt a person who sings in silence would make a better front man for your band.