This is not the first time I have dreamt of fantastical music that does not exist.
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Tuesday, 22 November 2005 09:56 (twenty years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Tuesday, 22 November 2005 10:44 (twenty years ago)
― Matt Sephton (emsef), Tuesday, 22 November 2005 12:05 (twenty years ago)
― owen moorhead (i heart daniel miller), Tuesday, 22 November 2005 15:24 (twenty years ago)
― Oh No, It's Dadaismus (and His Endless Stupid Jokes) (Dada), Tuesday, 22 November 2005 15:26 (twenty years ago)
― ZR (teenagequiet), Tuesday, 22 November 2005 15:50 (twenty years ago)
There was a more recently active thread like this somewhere around here, but I can't find it. Anyway, I had a dream I was watching a music video and it was some sort of 70s R&B, but now that I think about it, it was pretty unique. The song had lots of distinct phases to it. I may have invented a new genre in my sleep, but it's all pretty vague now.
I also had a dream about watching Skrillex and thinking I was really starting to like him, but the music didn't sound like real life Skrillex. Hard to say what it sounded like though, it was just pretty brief.
― _Rudipherous_, Sunday, 15 July 2012 15:28 (thirteen years ago)
I had a dream about a song with the lyrics that said something to the effect of: because I feel like you and I are the same person, I have to look at a photo of you to remind me that you are not me and you can say you don't want me. But expressed more snappily than that. It sounded a bit like Hospitality, who I was listening to last night. I forgot exactly how the music went almost as soon as I woke up, but the lyrical content was odd enough that it stuck with me.
― _Rudipherous_, Sunday, 5 August 2012 18:33 (thirteen years ago)
I posted this in the Fleetwood Mac poll results thread, but I had a doozy the other week: "Last night, I had a dream in which I was at a very small coffeeshop, and sitting on stage playing solo (yet with full-band sound) was Sir Phil Collins. He played a few of his hits, but I remember him playing a particular song that I thought was undeniably his best one (and I thought of it in explicitly that ILM-poll sense of "oh yeah, this is the one I'm voting for"). The thing was, it wasn't an actual Phil Collins song. My sleeping brain was somehow composing my Platonic ideal of a Phil Collins song and he was right there performing it for me and maybe 25 other people."
― Clarke B., Sunday, 5 August 2012 19:27 (thirteen years ago)
I dreamed the best Beach Boys song ever written not too long ago. I wanted to write it all down when I woke up, but by the time I got to scoring the oboe part, I had forgotten how the tune went
― Poliopolice, Monday, 6 August 2012 20:16 (thirteen years ago)