From the moment I lift her from her crib, Anna clings to her beloved blankie and drags it all over the house.  At the first sign of distraction, I hide it under my shirt and sneak it out of her sight. She is none the wiser.

On the way back to her crib, shirt stuffed with blankie, I passed Doug, whose eyes fell on my stomach.  For a moment, he froze.

When he finally came to, he deemed it the worst flashback he’s had since 1991.

Step one to world domination: unraveling the poetic and philosophical wisdom behind Trixter.  I tell you, this band is going places!  But first, to invent something bigger and better than these blasted cassettes…