Let the record show that I manifested the simple through my unrelenting telepathic connection with Trey which knows no bounds or borders:

“Trey takes a little sip from his thermos located on his candle-lit Moraccan side table that accompanies him everywhere. I say a private prayer he's drinking a form of jam juice. I attempt to communicate to Trey that I want a 30-minute "Simple" tonight through our obvious telepathic connection... "Simple" seems effectively off the table, as the band tends to reserve those big "Simples" for the Midwest, which is where they're headed next.”