Entertainment For Lively Minds
Rock 'N' Roll Dreams
Posted by fedoraboy on 23 January 2011 - 11:53am.
Last night I saw John Lennon play an intimate theatre in York. He was on fine form, looking like he did in the mid-seventies. He belted out three tunes, but was conscious of not offending someone in the audience and changing the lyrics when necessary. His in-between song banter was by turns engaging and hilarious.
Aren't dreams and our brains amazing.
Previously, I attended an open air gig by The Cult whilst flying a rudimentary jet-pack.
Have The Massive attended any such 'dream gigs'?
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No
but I've played in a few.
Bowie
The Dame played my old school hall one night. I was front row, dead centre, and after a particularly startling Glass Spider styled bout of theatrics he walked over to me, leant down, and asked, in that familiar Martian mockney, "Do you think that was a bit ostentatious?"
I've had countless Bowie dreams...
...over my 40 years as a fan. Sometimes gigs, usually at strange pubs, but more often "lost" albums I discover in some little record shop or even at the back of my cupboard. I've heard many, many unknown songs, all fully formed during the dreams, but alas all forgotten a couple of minutes after I wake up, no matter how hard I try to recall them.
My night with Fairport Convention.
They were doing some sort of village festival around the Essex/Herts borders and since we were staying in the same cottage as them Dave Pegg asked if I wouldn't mind helping out backstage. Lovely day out - Robert Plant popped by for a chat and the only downside was that in the car on the way back to our lodgings Dave gave me the night's take to count and insisted that all the banknotes had the Queen's head the same way round and could I work out how many people had paid from what we'd been given as he thought the promoter might be trying to short change us. Of course for those who'd paid on the gate it was twelve quid, but only ten pound fifty in advance, so I had to work out from what we'd got what the the possible combinations of people who were there were and match up whether that looked like the size of the crowd. And all this in the back of a moving Morris Minor on dark country roads.
A classic anxiety dream
A few months after Freddie Mercury died. Dream goes...
I am pushed out onto a stage somewhere huge (Wembley?), look around, and see Brian May et al. Someone yells 'Do the crowd singing stuff, that'll get them on your side!'
So I start to do the 'Da-da-da-da-dee-da-da!' call-and response, except I can only make the sound of a bullfrog. The crowd turn on me. Then the stage turns into some kind of hydraulic assault course, with only a few metre-square spots at ground level, the rest sinking way below my feet. Gamely hopping from one spot to another, still going 'Sing after me people! De-da Ribbit dee-dee Ribbit'.
Wakefulness came as a relief. I do hope Sacha Baron Cohen isn't having this one.
Scala Cinema 1986
Elton John played a balls-to-the-wall 2 hour set of rock 'n' roll standards.
In reality I did go to the Scala that night in 1986 to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show. But left thinking I'd seen the Elton show.
Black Samurai acid's got a lot to answer for...
Richard Thompson came round my house the other day
He's been working as a security guard at HMV (complete with a beret), and needed to call them from mine to tell them he'd be late that evening. He patiently read out the phone number to me, which was impossibly long: something like, 09790002222465789356464000001111110999999000023433848575666660000000023342552.
However hard I tried, I just couldn't accurately dial the number - until he grew very annoyed, and just left.
The next morning, I woke up singing - an entire Sandy Denny tune I'd invented in my sleep.