Last night I dreamt that I was living in an alternate universe where disco and club music had completely taken over popular music after the 1970s, with rock rendered as sort of a below-the-radar thing like it did to jazz. As a result, DJs were HUGE stars - I'm not talking merely Fatboy Slim level, I'm talking about KISS-style selling out stadium tours from coast to coast. My dream involved me being a roadie for a DJ, my responsibility being to catch the name of a track he shouted out, run backstage and sort through the thousands upon thousands of mechanically rolodexish-filed 12"s, rushing them back to the DJ once I found them. I also seem to recall being somewhat bitter about it and thinking "yeah well one day I'm going to become a huge DJ, even bigger than you". To top it off, this was all structured like a movie trailer.
It's the first dream I've had in months that makes any sort of coherent sense.
― Nate Patrin (Nate Patrin), Friday, 8 November 2002 14:42 (twenty-three years ago)