I’ll be playing at The Blue Rock Shoot this Friday night at 10pm. I will be joined by some great musicians so if you wanna see Rhythma as a band, this is not a show to be missed. Get there early because seats tend to fill up but the crowd does come and go.
Also, I wanted to let you know that Tarradiddle (Sean Michael Imler and Bill Mason) will be the featured performer at the Red Rock Coffee Co. open mic on Monday, May 17. We’ll do a 1/2 hour set starting at 9pm, so come down and enjoy a post dinner coffee.
I just uploaded a new piece of art to Fine Art America called “The Sight of Freequncy.” Take a look, and this time, I’m expecting my url minimizer to work. bit.ly killed me last time when my Socialite plugin malfunctioned. I’m using tinyurl.com now. It’s a little longer but not that much and it works. That’s a big bonus.
Mel and I had walked into a restaurant that I’d never been in before. It had one of those country cottage motifs that usually nauseate me but it had these quirks about it that captured my interest. We sat down at a table close to the kitchen. Each place setting and menu was a set that came in a shallow dish. The table we sat at was faux green granite. We placed an order with an older waitress but I was talking about wanting to go to another restaurant to pick something up. It was some sort of Chili’s or Tex Mex style place that in my mind was nearby and we’d be able to return before our food was served.
We jumped on a big Harley panhead and rode down an alley that had interesting obstacles like a troupe of old “classic” red Honda Civics and delivery vans that were congregating and driving perpendicular to the alley. Then, there was the a large mound of car parts that had been covered by a giant tarp. We finally made it to the end of the alley where I made a right expecting to see the restaurant on my right, but it wasn’t there. I turned around and started to drive into a parking lot that might take me to a different alley but we stopped and ended up in a little cafe. We sat down at a table and I quickly noticed that there was no music playing. I asked them if they needed music in hopes that I could perform there. One of the girls working there told me that she was going to have a soul retrieval and that the person doing it was going to play the hollow bone. I asked who it was but she ignored me. In the back of my mind, I was feeling a bit guilty for leaving the other restaurant and I really did want to get back before the meal was served.
Suddenly the cafe changed into a different cafe and I had this white brick shaped digital cassette player with me. I was playing a heavy metal ballad for one of the waiters that worked there to demonstrate it’s peculiarity. He didn’t like it too much and walked away. A man sitting at a nearby table grabbed the player and started dismantling it. I got up and walked over to him and started grabbing the torn-apart pieces from him. He told me that he didn’t like the music and I explained that he still had no right to take what wasn’t his and destroy it. I called him an idiot and stormed back to my table. He got up to follow me. He was a very large man and as he got closer, he seemed more threatening. I awoke…
I was walking down the dairy aisle in the super market. From the top shelf, I grabbed a jar or Best Foods mayonnaise. I was a little perplexed when this large jar of the creamy white delight felt so light, so I opened it. This brand new never opened jar was less than 1/8 full. Now, I’ve always detested when the container for a product is excessively large for the amount of product inside but this pushed it all to a whole new level. I felt completely vindicated in making my sandwich right there on the spot, recapping the mayonnaise and putting it back on the shelf and leaving.
I was at an open mic in a small brightly lit cafe. It was a fairly clean cafe with polished wooden chairs and tables in a rich walnutty finish and matching wainscoting. It was a morning event that started at 8am and was ending at noon. I had been asked by the proprietor to do a 1/2 hour set at noon when the open mic finished but it was somewhat unexpected. I was standing in the doorway trying to work out logistics in my head and little concerned because I didn’t even have a guitar with me. On top of that, I wasn’t sure what songs to play because I was familiar with this group of people and what flavour of music most appealed to them. I guess it was an anxiety dream.
I was out on some sort of large farmland. There was fencing and a very large barn and I had a knowledge of hunting deer with some woman. I looked over to what looked like an abandoned garden area surrounded by chicken wire. There was an animal there with reddish fur and we were commenting that it was a coyote. Then there appeared another very large animal that I was claiming was a moose but the woman I was with disagreed. The thing that was odd about it was that it didn’t have fully developed front legs but rather short stubby legs like a kangaroo and it was walking on its hind legs. It was quite a unique creature. When I awoke, I realized that the animal that we claimed was a coyote looked more like a fox, but then, coyotes are illusive.
I was standing in a courtyard that had some sort of large canopy over it. It was kind of like an ginormous parachute with a gingham print and it completely enclosed me but allowed sunlight to bleed thru. I was talking with Kirby on the cell tho I don’t recall what we were talking about. Next to me was a very old and large tree. I presume that it was a eucalyptus because it had the bark features of the painted variety except that it was white. There were slight colour variations in the bark but overall, it just appeared to be a huge white tree. That wasn’t the unusual thing tho. What was unusal was that it was covered with large pictographic symbols, similar to what you might see in the Northwest US. The colours were blue, red, yellow, green and black and most of the larger symbols were symmetrical ass opposed to the smaller, less mature symbols that were still growing and had not yet reached full symmetry. I recall finding a split in the canopy where there was a large seem the fell to the ground and divided the canopy in two, but seeing it was only by accident because it was an optical anomaly and I only found it by standing in the right place and looking to my right.
I don’t have a lot of detail about either of the women; both were blond, shorter than me, and thin. The first encounter was brief and I don’t really recall much of it. The second was more detailed and explicit. The bed was probably a king with satin blue sheets. When I first remembered the act, we were actually standing on the bed against a large mahogany headboard and she had one leg up and in my arms and I was to the side and the back of her. Then I tilted her upside down so that her shoulders and head were on the bed while I was still standing and facing her. The sex was quite passionate and heated with no rest involved. It felt very carnal but there was an association between us other than our sexual intimacy.
I was working in a super market as a stock clerk. It was a little more than a super market as they carried home goods and some furnishings, kinda like a giant Target, but the shelves were more like Home Depot. I ended up walking a long ways looking for some place to put something and I realized that I was naked and I was talking with someone that was walking with me. I wasn’t really bashful about being naked but it was something I was aware of. I walked out into some sort of loading area in the back where I met a group of co-workers. One of them turned out to be my boss who was an Asian woman that went be the name of Deb. She was going to promote me to being a cashier of which I was pretty indifferent. She asked me why I wanted to work there in the first place to gauge my interest and commitment to the position. I told here that I’d worked in the computer industry for 15 years and that I was completely burned out on it and that I was completely happy with my new job at this market. I put a lot of emotion behind what I was telling her and she seemed to appreciate it.
I was with Anthony W in some dwelling that he’d acquired and was making upgrades to. It was an older home that had been Frankensteined since the early 1900’s and we were assessing a room that had once been an outdoor patio, but had a roof put over it to connect it to the main house. Whomever did the work didn’t put a ceiling in because it would’ve made it too low and I was holding up 2×4 to see if there was something we could do to close off the exposed roofing. Anthony was standing next too me and was talking about going into the back where there was a 3 story apartment building with one apartment on each floor, across from a large carriage house. I decided to walk out into the front of the house o take a look at the entire grounds, but when I turned around, all I saw was that the apartment structure was starting to collapse. I started screaming Anthony’s name over and over, but I had laryngitis and could hardly get his name out to warn him. As I started running toward the house, I watched the apartment completely collapse. I ran into the courtyard looking for him but couldn’t find him.
