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Long dream about promotions

It started out in a modest, low lit living room at some old dudes' rehearsal. They had worked up 4-part a cappella harmony for a few songs, including the Yes song "I've Seen All Good People". They begin.

It sounds really tight, so it is no effort for me to join in and slot right in on the baritone line.

After the song I sit at a wooden dinner table. The host offers me a swig from the pitcher he's drinking. Some kind of juice mix: I see there are grapefruit sections sitting on the bottom. He's excited about it. I expect some tartness. When I taste it though, the flavor is just too weak to identify. I believe I still have the taste in my mouth of some stronger drink from earlier.

The table scene morphs to a picnic table at Clearwater beach. It's daytime. Stronger flavor? To my right sits a black kid. He thinks he's one cool street hustler, tells me he is going to help out my career: "If you just cut me in on a piece of the action." ( I'm thinking, that's pretty old school slang.) The kid continues, "Yeah, I'm just too legit to quit."

Everyone starts laughing because the kid is only like 8 years old.

He says he's putting together this spot further up the beach and we just have to check it out. I say, Okay, why not?

Out the back of my dream semi tractor trailer I pull down a ramp and roll out an ATV 4 wheeler. It's got giant spherical, orange plastic wheels like some paddle boat! The kid's on a regular ATV and someone on the other side of him has the same odd ATV as I do. We blast up the beach.

At the far end of the beach, there's a building being put up on the sand. It's built with wooden 4x4s. This must be the kid's project. We stop. Although it looks plenty sturdy, I notice it's got no roof, no 4th wall and it's not even built on any foundation, it's just sitting on the sand. Tempting the next tsunami or hurricane surge, if you will.

On further thought, it's like a theater set, with the walls inside out...

Then I'm on a street in Philadelphia outside the window of a food stand. Feels like winter. There's a poster in the window. It shows a liqueur glass with ice cubes in it, like a classy ad for an upscale drinking establishment. I'm standing there, attempting to trace around the lines of the image with an airbrush. A bit 'sketchy', but not too bad...

In a moment of dream logic, I turn the poster glass 'sideways' so I can see my lines from another point of view. Now I can see how my drawing is all wrong. The lines are all sitting in different planes, so it only looks right from the front. In 3D it just looks crappy, the second ice cube is off to the side, unsupported by the first cube, etc.

Now I notice I have long braids: it's like a flashback to when I lived in the art/yoga commune in San Diego. Superimposed on that is a scene about a very sick girl in hospital who doesn't have enough blood platelets. I don't know if it is because of chemotherapy or what. Excessive bleeding is in her future...
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[*Underneath the surface of this dream is a map of places when my music career hit various marketing/promotional walls.

I know who the old Yes fan is: I played with his disco/80s outfit for a while on the Gulf beaches. He's a relentlessly self-promoting bassist who overplays at every chance, and is slippery about paying when he's supposed to. Neither of us could stand disco, but it paid our bills. And hey, when I was a teen we were both into Yes and prog rock, but now I'm older it seems rather pale and Caucasian and over complicated. It's not going to get you club dates any more, it guarantees you'll stay amateurs, playing at home.

Segueway to the fast talking black kid/promoter. And to an audience that ain't too old, it's too young, they don't wanna think they just wanna have fun... The MC Hammer reference is a reminder of what the public can do to a libidinous straight male rapper who tries to get too fancy, too glittery, too dancey. It ruined Hammer's career, and he was seen as a joke. Like how hard rockers ruined Billy Squier after his fey video for "Rock Me Tonight".

Next hurdle: trying to bring the expanded ideas of Theater (as opposed to Spectacle) to a beach music crowd that is trained on top20 cover songs and sporting fun... Seems a shaky proposition, maybe not the most solid location.

Next issue: In Philadelphia in the early 90s my world rock art band hit the wall with publicity: our graphics just weren't polished and upscale looking enough for trendy nightclubs, but our concept was too esoteric for the punk rock circuit. We had never heard of graphic artists. Probably couldn't have afforded one anyway! So the punks and Nirvana-wannabes lambasted us in print, and the band died.

Next: In San Diego, I did attempt a perfomance art raid of a classy nightclub. It was an MLK-themed video 'interlude'.... Boy did I piss off the DJ who was scheduled after me. Too much ART. His whole mentality was all bpm MOMENTUM, no interest in THINKING about DEEP STUFF. Like the other clubbers there that Friday night. Silly me, I had interrupted the beat, evaporated the energy, killed the evening. I was severely out of place... Granted it might have gone differently if I had showed up as an actor that night. But I wasn't ready.

Meanwhile the dark issues of life and death and compassion that fit into theater don't have a place in that smiley face DJ nightclub world - for example, the predicament of the terminally ill child, crippled by her fatal flaw. Which makes me wonder if I, too, have a fatal flaw.]

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