So, here we are, packing out the apartment on the hottest day in Seattle history. We are out of our minds. Last night's Desperado show found me on stage in shorts, drinking vodka, playing every song in new tunings and facing an audience at an hour when I'm usually either sleeping or being startled awake by one of my night terrors. In other words, sheer chaos. Sorry if I was a little glassy-eyed last night, everybody ... I'm feeling overwhelmed by the gravity of our path.