Sunday, March 21, 2010
Last night I had the strangest dream.
Usually, I don’t remember my dreams. But this was different. I must have fallen asleep around eleven thirty and I woke up two hours later, disoriented and very disconcerted.
I was sitting in what seemed like a New York subway car, across from Muddy Waters. There were a couple other blues players around us. No one else was on the car. Only, it wasn’t a subway. It was designed like a subway car, but it was an airplane. We were flying. I was playing my white Strat with Muddy*. He turned the singing over to me. Really?
That was when I woke up. I don’t know what song we were playing, but, man I was playing great. But it was unsettling. I knew a dream of playing the blues with dead people meant only one thing.
I went to the bathroom and came back to bed. I tried to will myself back on that subway car in the sky. It was funny, but the song to take me there was “Blues in the Bottle” by the Lovin’ Spoonful.
I don’t remember any more.
*I know. In the digital depiction of the dream, I'm holding my Eastman Airplane Tuxedo and not my Strat. Artistic license.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
With a wee sip of Jameson,
I say goodbye to Teddy...
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be ever at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall softly on your fields
And until we meet again, May God hold
you in the hollow of his hand