| 
I listened to the "Imaginary Discography" on headphones in the dark in bed last night for the first time in a long time and was struck by "Something European." It's really kind of an insane song lyrically and the groove and the background vocals all add up to a pretty swingin' party. So maybe that was part of the inspiration for my dream. Which was: The Night Owl Records store in Easthampton run by our friend (and onetime SFTD member) Mark Schwaber had relocated to a small island and had expanded to be like New Haven's The Space plus Harry's all rolled into one. In other words, it was a building that housed rooms with a record store, recording studio, two bars (one with a performance space) plus a big room for parties and they were kicking off the new digs with a shindig.
The dream was set in summer in the midst of a warm, humid night and I'd decided to make my way to the island by swimming there. You see, along the way, there were all these narrow bodies of water interrupted by floating barges that one could climb on top of for a pause in the swimming. One of the barges I stopped at was a diner (ignoring the fact that one shouldn't eat and swim), another was a water-themed playplace for kids, which was full of moms and children decked out in floaties and oversized goggles, Sesame Street and Barney-themed rafts all over the joint. Eventually I made my way to the Night Owl party, which for the most part was taking place outside. Rather than wait in line for the BBQ food, I grabbed a whole head of Boston leaf lettuce off the salad table and walked around the party. Started to feel self-conscious. Must've looked a sight, this wet guy wearing only swimtrunks, stalking around alone, taking chomps out of a head of lettuce gripped tightly in his fist. I looked around for someone I knew and spied my grandmother and Uncle Ken in one of those conga lines wearing straw hats and Hawaiian shirts. Finally, I caught sight of Brian, who was overdressed, all bunched up in a winter coat, scarf and gloves. Then as I scanned around, I noticed everyone had brought winter clothes, even if they weren't wearing them at the moment. The wind started to blow and I began to become aware of the ice flows floating in the water and snowbanks lining the edges of the island and yet I didn't feel at all cold. Brian had disappeared so I wandered inside and glanced in all the different rooms but didn't really see anyone else I knew well so I headed back out and probably into another episode of the dream which I cannot recall. Not much of an ending, sorry, or really even much of a story but at least it's something to read on this site, which can be dry on weekends, unless somebody does something stupid like this:
Shellfish Presley
Michelle Shockedtopus
Marlin Redgrave
Brad Kelp
Jasminnow St. Clare
No comments:
Post a Comment