"Turning into Rick Fielding" is it. Mando picker too. It could be worse, much worse. I mean, what if you suddenly had an urge to blow up a possum's butt, like at least one well known and generally beloved member of our family. Or, God forbid, you took a fancy to beating on a dead goat; not to mention banjo picking. Be thankful it's only a dose of mandoitis. At least that is not generally considered a social disease. Oh, well, have fun. Someday you'll wake up dead.