2009 in Prague was a very special time and place to be a part of... maybe it meant something... maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world, whatever it meant. My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights (or very early mornings) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that...There was madness in any direction, at any hour... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .And that, I think, was the handle, that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil, our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .So now, you c