Normally a story that included songwriting in a dream would be expected to be triumphant and inspired in some way. You know, something like "I awoke from a feverish sleep only to find that the muses had been whispering directly into my ear...the resulting masterpiece is both moving and genius in it's musical composition and imagery. It has been gifted both to me and all humankind by the universe itself...I'm pretty sure that world peace will result...or at least a violence free Black Friday at the Wal-Mart..."
But, as I had mentioned previously in my insightful and hauntingly lyrical post in my other genius blog Alaska Before You Do, I ate some smoked tofu and chia seeds before going to bed. I dreamt about having to re-home a pet duck.
We don't own a duck.
I also had a song happen. Lyrics, music...the whole bit....
Songwriters often wait for moments like these. Wonderful things sometimes happen.
That is not what happened in this case.
Just to give you an indication of what DID happen, I will share with you the first few lines...(please feel free to insert over-exaggerated twang here-on both the vocals and geetar):
I've been thinkin', 'bout too much drinkin'
I know my drinkin', it'll make you roooaaaammmm...
Now you make me worry, in Joplin, Missouri
baby won't you please hurry, and just come on hoommme...
Needless to say, I awoke with a start...and immediately went to find some Pepto-Bismal.
The last time a song came to me in a dream, I wrote this masterpiece: Flat Cat...(yes, it's a link...I double dog dare you).
And yes, I had eaten pepperoni.
