― uh (eetface), Friday, 7 May 2004 20:17 (twenty years ago) link
A couple more music related dreams:I was at Johnny Cash's house a little while before he died and he was playing me tapes of a song he'd rocorded that day.
A couple months after Kurt Cobain died he was standing on my front porch smoking a cigarette and pouting. I told him he shouldn't have done it and he just stared at the ground. No dreams about Eliott Smith yet, though.
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Friday, 7 May 2004 20:22 (twenty years ago) link
― NA (Nick A.), Friday, 7 May 2004 20:23 (twenty years ago) link
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Friday, 7 May 2004 20:25 (twenty years ago) link
― stephen morris (stephen morris), Friday, 7 May 2004 20:25 (twenty years ago) link
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Friday, 7 May 2004 20:28 (twenty years ago) link
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Friday, 7 May 2004 20:45 (twenty years ago) link
I will pinch this from Fallnet as I can't remember what I did yesterday, much less any dreams.
>I'm visiting a mountain-top music library with a group of friends and >the whole thing is being broadcast live, which gives it a kind of >'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' feel. Our attention is directed to >a group of racks full of vinyl which are lined up beneath a row of >picture windows overlooking the rocky valley below. The official >demonstrator man is picking albums out willy-nilly from the racks, >holding them up for a frustratingly brief time for the camera before >letting them fall back, all the time explaining something that's meant >to be hugely important, but which I ignore because I'm only interested >in getting my filthy hands on the LPs. Most of the stuff he's pulling >out looks like charity shop fodder, big photos of archetypal crooner >types, but presently he hoiks out a Fall record, one I've never seen or >heard of. Man alive! Somehow I manage to get hold of the thing; it's >a 4-track ep featuring the tracks "Innovation Management" and >"Hampshire County Council" (can't remember the other two). It looks >similar to the "Call for Escape Route" ep, and has a big pic of Brix's >face on the front. As I examine the sleeve I start to pick up on what >our guide is saying.>>He explains that the library is infested with "hostages" - aliens whose >normal state is invisible, non-corporeal and harmless, but which are >revealed to us and given physicality by music. He demonstrates this by >directing our attention towards the centre of the room (which is large >and apparently empty apart from pillars and the odd record>rack) and playing a brief snatch of one of the records. As it plays, >and the music fills the air, we see the hostages materialise - great >long pods, 3 or 4 foot in diameter, hang from the ceiling to the floor. >The pod casings are translucent, and through them we see the contents - >big wriggly maggot things, which writhe completely *out* of time with >the music. These things fade in-and-out in a pulsating stylee as you'd >expect, becoming progressively more solid as the music is allowed to >continue. Our guide switches it off, and they disappear. "As long as >there's no music, we're perfectly safe.">>Obviously, it turns out we're to live here, sharing the place with a >psychiatrist/mad doctor type who uses sounds to examine his patients. >I'm knocking about in the bathroom, feeling anxious, when I hear noises >coming from his office. They start off as occasional, disconnected >electronic squonks and glurps, but gradually it develops into something >that sounds - I realise with both horror and fascination - exactly like >some 20th Century avant garde 'classical' composition, like Stockhausen >or something. It occurs to me that this is an opportunity to answer >once and for all whether or not that kind of thing qualifies as music: >hostage materialisation = yes, no- show = no. However, a tune starts >to develop, and I realise we're on for a definite show. "The fool!">>I rush up to the psychiatrist's office to warn him only to see that he is, himself, a hostage in human form. He has morphed into a Mr Hydetype character. He briefly sets about his patient with fangs and claws, before leaping back to examine his work; the patient stands, and I see that his eyes have been ripped out (they look like they would if his face were a 2-d image and someone had cut them out roughly with scissors, before pasting it onto a flat red background). The mangled patient half smiles and shouts:
"I CAN SEE!"
― Sasha (sgh), Saturday, 8 May 2004 05:11 (twenty years ago) link
― Barry Bruner (Barry Bruner), Saturday, 8 May 2004 06:15 (twenty years ago) link
I once had a dream I was in Oasis' practice room, where there was arguing going on and I was trying to tell Liam Gallagher he needed to let the rest of the band have a say in things. I've also had several dreams where one particular musician is my friend and we hang out in the dream. I think I've had this for Sting, Andrew Eldritch, Stevie Winwood, others. Most of the time it isn't an artist I particularly like.
― bimble (bimble), Saturday, 8 May 2004 17:45 (twenty years ago) link
One of the best dreams I ever had was of doing a Pixies medley with the White Stripes at blitz speed. Jack White kept picking random songs and I'd have to leap right in with the Santiago parts. And I never missed a note.
― Anthony Miccio (Anthony Miccio), Saturday, 8 May 2004 17:47 (twenty years ago) link
It seemed fun.
― Aja (aja), Saturday, 8 May 2004 17:54 (twenty years ago) link
― uh (eetface), Saturday, 8 May 2004 22:20 (twenty years ago) link
― AaronHz (AaronHz), Sunday, 9 May 2004 00:43 (twenty years ago) link
I think you could be right.
― Buster (mokey), Monday, 10 May 2004 07:54 (twenty years ago) link
― stephen morris (stephen morris), Tuesday, 18 May 2004 12:47 (twenty years ago) link