So I had that dream again, there's a full classical orchestra, but everyone's playing recorders, I'm not wearing pants & I'm holding a triangle. I'm wearing my grey convalescing socks & thinking I should at least be wearing my sunny yellow argyle socks for this occasion. It's treble overload. I have my solo and I'm ringing that dammed triangle like a maniac, suddenly the stage is beset by leaping dogs. They're beautiful, athletic, bursting with vigour & life, Labradors, Brittany spaniels, Dalmatians. I look at the conductor, he's Pavlov. He smiles at me, I notice not only am I not wearing pants but I have no underwear.
Then I'm back in the studio, the control room is a giant fish tank with large exotic fish. Ripley looks at me & says "how do you say I want more volume in the cans in halibut", I correct him & say I think they're ocean trout. I look down and my bass is massive twitching cod. I'm still not wearing any fucking pants.