The band rarely frequents my neck of the woods (and never, ever solo), but I always found comfort knowing they were out there doing something. I always get nervous when they or Neil Young disappear for any length of time. I fear they'll pull a Bob Seger... an entirely justified concern, I believe. Though he did return eventually, long stretches of seclusion are agony for fans. One could argue that we should "get a life" but, you know, we could be junkies or drunks or general social terrors.
I suppose I ought to snip the ramble before it wanders off into the Dali territory of random association. Is your clock melting?