the human brain is still my favorite toy . . .
So i’m going to see Modest Mouse at The State Theater tonight, yee-mother@#$#@-haw!!, and last night i had this dream that i was at the concert. Of course, the dream had very little contact with ‘reality’ as it is generally agreed to exist; it certainly wasn’t The State Theater as i know it, the crowd was gathered about the band on folding chairs, i was in the second row, and for their first song they began playing trombones that they ‘played’ by flinging the slides (you know, that which you move to change the note of a trombone) off of their instruments onto the floor, and proceeded to make this unearthly low rumbling warble . . .
it was eerily beautiful
it went on for a very long time,
I can’t now remember everything that they played for my dream concert, but I do recall that Isaac Brock was at one point wearing some very strange face-paint, and that when they played ‘The Good Times are Killing Me’ it somehow took place in a drum circle that i was part of.
odd as all that may seem . . .
what was remarkable to me was that,
upon waking,
i lay in bed replaying the concert in my mind,
and i started trying to remember all the songs they played,
which were quite a few, it was a good long dream,
it wasn’t until i recalled a song that wasn’t by Modest Mouse
that it dawned on me . . .
the concert isn’t until tonight,
that was only a dream