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last night, i dreamed I had (guiltily) spent $250 on a four-disc velvet underground box set of lou reed playing experimental music very early in the velvets' career. i was listening to it in my dream, thinking i would burn the discs and then sell it back for whatever i could make from it. due to recent money problems, there was much shame in this dream. (this is not something i would actually buy in real life, especially at that price.)
a few months ago, i woke up right after dreaming this amazing pop song tailor-made for frat and sorority kids to enjoy (and buy). it's a big, sing-along, acoustic-backed song that fades up amidst "a people talking at a party" crowd noises. the verses are as catchy and anthemic as most songs' choruses; the choruses and bridges are just devastating! i still have the melody and some lyrics in my head; it would be a tremendous success if i knew how to play guitar and record it.
― morris pavilion (samjeff), Saturday, 6 March 2004 00:49 (twenty years ago) link
i haven't actually dreamt about music much in the past year, despite sleeping with headphones on most of the time. here's what i got:
feb 13 2003
my boss, jon secada, sang me happy birthday in spanish at a party for my last day of work. i pretended it was the happiest moment of my life when really i wanted to tell him he was a cocksucker and he could take this job and shove it, etc. i have never actually heard jon secada, ever.
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mar 10 2003
my pal was sleeping in my room and (alarmingly) i came in with a mega-hardon and straddled him. he woke but didn't really say anything. i wanted to change the music that was playing - portishead - and i held up bowie's outside cd, which i'd lent him, and asked if he liked it. he more or less told me to fuck off but then we open mouth kissed for a good while. we probably could've fucked, even. but (thankfully) i dawdled too long or something and my cock went soft and i split.
later i ended up at the same pal's house for a big clothing sale but here music was blaring so impossibly loud i couldn't even hear myself yelling "does this jacket make me look like a dude out of voltron?!!" i'd tried turning the stereo off but none of the buttons worked, of course.
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mar 11 2003
i was trying to impress my five-years-ex-gf with some australian stooges-type band (who weren't radio birdman) doing a live set in my living room/radio station. they played a song that was supposed to start off quietly before turning into a real howler but it just went on and on and on and on with the quiet bit because i needed to do something i couldn't figure to trigger thee rock. in any case, my ex wasn't impressed.
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may 30 2003
my pal was trying to show me some snowboard trick but his board turned into a record so we sat in the snow and listened to it. it appeared to be some jim morrison & ray manzarek triple lp. but it was some serious jim + james williamson raw power shit. it started off with a track called "suze rock" that was raw as fuck. just amazing. the next track was some slower "five to one" type thing as if it were a two-track kill city demo. i can't remember the lyrics but my pal was singing along like a jerk. i was kinda impressed/terrified he was so into his morrison impression but when the song was over he was so embarrassed that he refused to lend me the records. i was just begging.
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jul 28 2003
my former (actual) boss and i were heading down an escalator to an underground parking lot when i spotted amanda bynes through the window. she had a sickenly narrow waist, like she'd been wearing a corset for seventeen years, and an ugly tattoo on her right shoulder blade. but we were excited nonetheless and we sang "manda manda manda manda manda shoooww!!!!" all the way down. everyone thought we were kee-razy.
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there have also been tons of pop star cameos like dr. dre the veterinarian, trick daddy hanging out in my kitchen watching hockey in my front yard, black-haired xtina about a month prior to "fighter" debut, chilling on the beach with missy elliott lamenting aaliyah's passing, etc. i like to rap in my dreams too.
― brian badword (badwords), Saturday, 6 March 2004 05:24 (twenty years ago) link
twenty years pass...
Dreamt that Liam Gallagher had written an actually good song 🤣🤣🤣🤣
But wait, there's more. The song was a series of duets. For each verse, a different personality would sit in a chair opposite Liam and proceed to slag him off in song.
Then Liam would have the chance to defend himself in the chorus as his counterpart gets up grimly from the chair and gives it to the next person.
So basically a succession of people singing about what a chump Liam Gallagher is while he unsuccessfully tries to convince them otherwise.
I had to admit, in my dream, that it was unusually funny, sad and self-deprecating
― your mom goes to limgrave (dog latin), Tuesday, 30 April 2024 08:38 (one month ago) link