Strange Gibby Haynes dream I had last night
The Space Boss
across the street from me. There was a lady with blonde hair and a
leather jacket, late 30's, at the ticket booth that told me the show
started at 10:05 PM, and that the tickets were $5. So.. I ran home and
got the $5, and told my wife I was going. When I got to the ticket
booth, there was another guy there, a guy with long black hair and it
looked like he had one of those "tears" tattooed on his eye. He said
"I'm sorry, no more tickets are being sold", and I said that lady was
just going to sell me one, I had to run home and get the money", so it
looked like he was going to change his mind, and started to rip a
ticket off, when someone said something to him, and then he said "No,
sorry". My eyes actually started to tear up a bit, and the guy got
smart with me and said something to the effect of "cry me a river" or
some shit.
Anyway, I didn't lose my cool, I just put my head down and walked
away. I walked around the ticket booth and there was this fence, where
I noticed the show was set up, it was like in this small indoor
basketball court. I thought to myself, "Cool.. I can just watch the
show from here", but the gate was open, so I just walked inside,
walked through the door and sat on the bleachers. I remember COUNTING
the people in my dream, and there were approximately 60 people there,
mostly teenagers.
Gibby came onstage and started singing a bunch of his solo songs.. he
didn't sing many Butthole Surfers songs at all. In between songs, he
would sit down and stare off into space and have conversations with
himself, asking himself nonsensical questions as if he were serious
about getting the answers. Then he would get up and sing another song.
There was no band. It was just him and a guitar and a mic.
During this whole time, I kept getting paranoid that I was going to
get caught being there without a ticket. I kept seeing the ticket guy
and girl walking back and forth across a doorway. I remember hoping
from the very beginning that he would sing NEGRO OBSERVER.
I think he might actually HAVE sang Negro Observer, when this guy I
was sitting with decides to get up and get on his "razor" style
scooter and start skating around, as if it was choreographed with the
music. Then he wipes out and falls off the scooter. People from the
venue come over to help him, and I"m thinking "Shit, they're gonna see
me now, I'm gonna get caught.."
Anyway, that's about when I woke up. It was 2:PM this afternoon. I was
going to try to go back to sleep and continue the dream but I've got
shit to do today.
FIN.
Dean T
"The Space Boss" <drsmi...@aol.com> wrote in message
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Wow man. That's fucking deep.
Dan Clore
Shortly befoe _Independent Worm Saloon_ came out I had a dream about the
Butthole Surfers. It began with some business I don't remember, ending
up with me somehow getting on their tourbus and discovering that they
were actually a reformed, disguised Led Zeppelin (references like the
title _Hairway to Steven_ and the business about John Paul Jones
producing the new album were supposed to be jokes at the expense of an
audience to dumb to figure this out). It culminated with a video for a
song from the new album -- a love song to the cops who beat Rodney King,
with a lot of double entendres about their "night sticks" and so forth.
--
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