dream_song lostgirl behind closed doors of my sleeping eyes he holds me close soft breath kissing my cheek as smiling lips whisper scarcely heard words thoughts create music and song becomes dream 100609 ... e_o_i I do a surprisingly strong jazzy version of Rihanna's "Umbrella" (one of the few pop songs I know all the words to, incidentally). My dream mind wonders if I should use this for my audition piece, so that I can say for certain I_joined_a_band_of_musical_pirates. 240912 ... e_o_i Not the actual music, but a title, "Talk." It's on the list of songs on a compilation record, which seems to be at first a list of indie rock classics and then the soundtrack to Stanley Kubrick's Lolita movie. (Anachronistically, the record looked like it was from the 70s or 80s; the film was from what, 1962? 63? Google says 62.) The band's name is "Demon" something. It's written backwards, parodying the satanic panic of "play the song backward and it'll say something devilish!" This seems more 80s than 70s to me. Or maybe I think 80s because of the song "Talk Talk" by the same-named band. I dunno. 241211 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Oh, and this was at a craft_show or flea market I was going to with my mom, later in the dream of dream_book. We were walking along looking at tables when I stopped to peruse the record. I had my own craft fair to attend (to) at exactly 7:15 PM; here, we were just browsing. "Why couldn't I sell things here too?" I ask Mom. "I can go home right now and get some antique things. Some of these tables have space - can't I just put my stuff there?" But even in dreams, things aren't so easy. Anyway, good night. 241211 what's it to you? who go blather from