Mindpower.

It’s funny how my mind works. My wife will leave an envelope sitting on top of my keys for me to post for her when I’m up in the village, and I’ll forget to lift it. Then later that day I’ll put on a CD I haven’t listened to in at least ten years, and my brain will know what’s coming in each song before it does and hear each solo begin a beat or two before it happens.

To preserve the cool and credible image that I know everyone out there has of me, I won’t tell you what the CD is. But I might give you a clue: I dug it out when my wife’s step-brother was looking for people to attend a gig at the Odyssey in May. Can you work it out?