Dreams about music

I endured an interesting variation of my usual anxiety dream (university exam, haven't studied) last night. I had somehow been recruited to stand in for Richard Lloyd at a Television gig. The problem was that in the dream, as in life, there are only three of their songs that I can play end to end. So as soon as the set list moved beyond side one of Marquee Moon, I would be exposed to ridicule and opprobrium. Verlaine and Billy Ficca were staring expectantly at me, I turned to pick up Lloyd's Telecaster... and then my alarm clock rang. Thank fuck.

Dreamt that Bob Mould had written a song predicting the break-up of the Posies based on the sexual abuse that came to light this year. Maybe inspired by the Posies song "Grant Hart".

...and in the dream I learned about this via ILM.

I had a weird one right before I woke up this morning. I was in a record store and it looked familiar and there was music playing and I was digging it. It was this funky drummer music with a really pronounced bassline and there was this guy going crazy on flute on top. I never see the record store guy, but I asked him who is this playing? He said back it was Eric Dolphy. I said something doesn't sound like any I had heard before and he answered back that he had done a couple of soul jazz records and it was in the bin.

I get down into the bin and pickup this record and am looking right at it. Along the top of the record it had in real big block letters it said ERIC DOLPHY but the letters were made out of like plants, bushes and flowers. Below the block letters on the top was this idealic garden of eden like picture and the title of the album was "Pursuance of Peace". I thought that was weird, Eric Dolphy died - then I woke up.

Dreamt I heard an Afrobeats love ballad by Rema that began:
"Your eyes are like sparkling supernova / With several smaller stars surrounding them"
And it was so poetic and over-the-top I got caught off-guard and started crying 😂😭😂😂😂

Dream: I am on the banks of a river and find a memorial to the spot where Brian Ferry left on his famous quest. It's a stone and redbrick memorial, cut into the bankside. I can't for the life of me remember what he discovered or achieved that rendered such a memorial necessary.

Highly appropriate for Ferry, a quest for nothing. Was your brain doing some wordplay on his name, a boat for crossing the river?

I wondered about the name. Wondered about Ferry as a louche Geordie Charon. The residual emotion from the dream was definitely one of frustration at not being able to remember the destination but I can totally dig that 'journey not destination' is appropriate for Ferry.

I was in this random record store and they had a few weird 80s Mercyful Fate albums with Darth Vader on the cover

Was walking around Finsbury Park and ran into this self-effacing old folkie. As I left he was singing a song from the perspective of a wrestler asking his son if he really wanted to follow in his father's footsteps considering the amounts of injuries and etc. Decided to google the guy and he turned out be CORWICK MCCARTHY, a major player in the early 60's Greenwhich Village scene who also released a couple of Joni Mitchell covers records in the 70's.

Music was lovely enough that I actually felt quite sad I'd made it all up when I woke up.