Paul Waring's 115th Dream
I put it down to the spicy enchiladas, and worrying about my son getting back ok from a concert in Sheffield last night - but the dream machine was working overtime last night.
Mrs W and I were with a bunch of friends in Sheffield for a full day of entertainment. We were going to watch Everton play (I hope in a cup, rather than a league game) against an unspecified Sheffield team in the afternoon, then on to see Bob Dylan at the local enormodome (again, unidentified, but I guess the Hallam Arena).
So far, so good. However one of my mates suddenly threw a spanner in the works by producing tickets for the same night to go and see Captain Beefheart (yes, you read that right) at the University.
What to do? I wanted to change plans and go and see the Captain but everyone else was having none of it - my argument that "I've seen Dylan before and may never get to see Beefheart again" fell on deaf ears. "Too weird", was the general consensus.
Things then took a slightly surreal turn as suddenly, Beefheart himself appeared in the bar we were sat in, exhorting all and sundry to come along to the show that evening. In defiance of the country's anti-smoking laws, he had a big cigar on and was accompanied by a slightly shady character I took to be his manager.
Readers, I wish I could tell you what decision we took (I suspect I chose the Captain over the Poet in defiance of my friends) and how, indeed, the Captain performed at this surprise and no doubt one-off gig. Sadly, the sleep fairies chose to wake me before the final act.
Have others had equally surreal dreams of a Rock and Roll nature?
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Indeed I have...
and I posted it on here a couple of weeks ago.
http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/content/i-had-a-dream
They really miss with your head, don't they?
I joined Genesis for their recent tour
http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/content/last-night-i-joined-genesis
Dreaming of Dylan
I may have mentioned this before but I also had an incredibly vivid dream about Bob Dylan not too long ago. I was wandering along the side of a railroad track on a dark night some time during the Depression in the Deep South. I stopped in a railway worker's yard to find somewhere to sleep the night and saw a light on in a hut and went in. There was a fire in the grate and his Bobness was sitting near it. in the corner of the room Leadbelly was rocking backwards and forwards silently in a rocking chair. I had a guitar with me that was made out of a wooden box and I desperatly wanted to play Bob one of his songs but I couldn't for the life of me remember it. I knew that if I could just remember what chord it was in then the rest of it would come but I just couldn't. Bob was getting increasingly annoyed with me for wasting his time and eventually I had to leave very angry with myself.
I dreamt...
that my band was playing a gig in a venue that was really badly designed! We were playing in the smallest room in the place, and were being ignored by everyone except Sir Macca! After the gig he came up to me and told me that he loved my basslines!!
Those enchiladas....
...don't s'pose you remember where you bought them?
Bought 'em?
Made 'em.
Must have been the 'special' sauce...