Listless, I spent this afternoon reviewing touch-ups on final master recordings for one of my clients, all the while distracted by the continuing “ripple effect” of last night’s dreams — or at least, the ones I recall:
Matt Damon (!!??) was a bartender in a deserted subway station; his concern for my well-being only further reinforced by his offer to mix me a triple vodka and orange juice — providing I wasn’t “on anything” (not a drink I profess any affinity for, as those of you who know me will attest to!).
As I glugged his preparation, terribly distraught, the trains started again quite suddenly. People had grown impatient with the wait, and so took to the tunnels both on foot, and on bicycle. While I was spared the imminent gore visually, the shock and horror were undeniable.
Later, famous producer Daniel Lanois and I — with the assistance of my recently deceased Jack Russell extraordinaire Nicholas Peter Bentley (go well, my sweet boy: Dec 30 1995 — Apr 16 2010) searched a dark landscape — in vain — for an audio component so as to finalize a recording for a world that could no longer hear…
Paul L. (my real-world source for pro audio gear over the past 7yrs) met the three of us in a remote location — a gathering with a tone reminiscent of rum-runners in the prohibition era — and delivered the dire news that the specific audio gear was eluding him.
How, then, were we to save the deaf?? If the heavyweight team of Daniel Lanois and my reanimated pup were powerless to act, the prognosis was a grim one at best…
(side-note: Paul L. has actually seemingly ‘vanished’ in the real world — inexplicably)
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So what to make of these rippling waves, then? What is the inherent value of said, and subsequent message from my psyche?
In feeling-tones, I indulge:
And so, my dear circle, know that while I have yet to wobble the cobblestones of Prague with you,
or sleep on the red earth under Utah’s bright moon;
that Milan and Cologne have passed us by, but Tokyo still remains;
Santa Monica has not yet fallen in to the Ocean…
… and the Erie beach ruins stand megalithically — waiting…
I will always Love you…
Jon Mychal — Toronto/ May 27 2010
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