This is a weird story. Last night I was in a restaurant with some friends and suddenly thought of a riff for a song. I didn't have my guitar with me of course, so I grabbed a newspaper that was lying around, tore out a piece of paper, and as good as I could wrote down the notes. Then I put the paper in my pocket and forgot about it until I found it in my pocket this morning. Sounds familiar? So I tried to play what I wrote down but it turned out the riff was pretty lame. Oh well.

However, the headline on the newspaper print read "Exile on Jones Street" ...

funny! maybe it is a sign you should go down into a dark, dirty basement with no ventallation and work on that riff some more.