Thievery Corporation....
God, it's been ages since I worked a rock concert. All the senior cats showing up due to the crumbling tour situation around the globe ( Thankfully we're doing AC/DC and U2 at B.C. Place in the fall. - a few glimmers of light in a dismal show season ) I put myself back on the replacement list - the local's 24/7 inside track for work. I meant I had to sleep like a fireman. Waiting to spring into action when requested.
The T.C. really are not a rock band. They're D.J.'s with way too much money. They own night clubs and stuff and really just tour for fun. It was a very visual show with LED screens and projection more than lights. But, it was fun going back to being just a mook. Especially since i found myself working along side all the senior cats I've been missing for a while. It's great to just get thrown back several years but still have that, " We trust you know your shit " respect. A feeling that I've kind of lost notice of. It felt good.
The odd dreams are continuing. But, shifted. I dreamt several times the same, new dream: In it... I've bought a really nice old classic car. ( I've been searching the net looking for Porsche 356A's with all the time off. - my newest "stop looking at internet porn" distraction ) it's metallic Oslo Blue. I'm getting off work to go see my parents. I stop in this well known ( to me... ) bar to clean up. Venturing inside I see my X ( I hate X dreams... it usually means she's in town ) sitting at a small table, wearing a purple t-shirt. Talking to my Dad, who's wearing a sky blue shirt. I walk right past them to the washroom. Where I punch the wall really hard. blooding my fist. The only way out is to walk right past the both of them. And they stop me. Asking me to join them. But, I refuse, waving my bloody hand.
My X gives me a kerchief. And my dad looks embarassed, like he's been caught. I tell him he can hang with anyone he pleases but I have to leave. But, if he leaves with me, I can give him a ride home if he wants. Because Mom will be angry.
So, we go to leave. As we go out to my car... I notice the blue paint is all covered in patina rust. As if a long time has gone by. But, it still starts. And as I go to leave my X comes out to watch me. She tries to stop me... saying she's sorry that I saw her and my Dad. But, my Dad isn't in the car... walking away... telling me that he'll find a hotel. ( this part was so real I woke up as a got out of the car and ran after my Dad....)
It makes me want to go visit my parents....
God, it's been ages since I worked a rock concert. All the senior cats showing up due to the crumbling tour situation around the globe ( Thankfully we're doing AC/DC and U2 at B.C. Place in the fall. - a few glimmers of light in a dismal show season ) I put myself back on the replacement list - the local's 24/7 inside track for work. I meant I had to sleep like a fireman. Waiting to spring into action when requested.
The T.C. really are not a rock band. They're D.J.'s with way too much money. They own night clubs and stuff and really just tour for fun. It was a very visual show with LED screens and projection more than lights. But, it was fun going back to being just a mook. Especially since i found myself working along side all the senior cats I've been missing for a while. It's great to just get thrown back several years but still have that, " We trust you know your shit " respect. A feeling that I've kind of lost notice of. It felt good.
The odd dreams are continuing. But, shifted. I dreamt several times the same, new dream: In it... I've bought a really nice old classic car. ( I've been searching the net looking for Porsche 356A's with all the time off. - my newest "stop looking at internet porn" distraction ) it's metallic Oslo Blue. I'm getting off work to go see my parents. I stop in this well known ( to me... ) bar to clean up. Venturing inside I see my X ( I hate X dreams... it usually means she's in town ) sitting at a small table, wearing a purple t-shirt. Talking to my Dad, who's wearing a sky blue shirt. I walk right past them to the washroom. Where I punch the wall really hard. blooding my fist. The only way out is to walk right past the both of them. And they stop me. Asking me to join them. But, I refuse, waving my bloody hand.
My X gives me a kerchief. And my dad looks embarassed, like he's been caught. I tell him he can hang with anyone he pleases but I have to leave. But, if he leaves with me, I can give him a ride home if he wants. Because Mom will be angry.
So, we go to leave. As we go out to my car... I notice the blue paint is all covered in patina rust. As if a long time has gone by. But, it still starts. And as I go to leave my X comes out to watch me. She tries to stop me... saying she's sorry that I saw her and my Dad. But, my Dad isn't in the car... walking away... telling me that he'll find a hotel. ( this part was so real I woke up as a got out of the car and ran after my Dad....)
It makes me want to go visit my parents....