Well, in a fever induced delirium in the middle of the night (John is battling a nasty chest cold) Edison started talking to John and the voice he should have was as plain as day. Only in the middle of the night... maybe it was as plain as night.....
Anyway, it was crystal clear. And he turned to me and said - I know what Edison should sound like. And that quickly it was gone.
And will probably never come back.
C'est la vie.
In other news, the gorgeous Reuben art of Tom Richmond is out and we are very flattered to see Edison on there.