Musical Dreamland
I had a dream. I dream I was falling through the surprisingly visible and pointy notes of two interlocking guitar lines, one acoustic and one electric. Every now and then the sharp edges of the music would slice off a little piece of me. Since I was already falling through the air, those musically removed pieces would appear to hang in the air as we all fell to the ground together.
But underneath us wasn’t the ground after all. I somehow landed on a soft bed of strings that sounded a little bit like a synthesizer and a little bit like Yoko Ono’s favorite cello. To celebrate, I took a big bite out of their puffy, cloudy goodness.
When I woke up I was shocked to discover that I’d taken a bite out of Jan Hammer! How he got into my bed in the first place I’ll never know. Silly Jan Hammer, stay out of my bed! No keytar for you until you learn that!
You know how these things go. Someone becomes a rock star and they start thinking they can get into any bed they want. Someone surpasses mere rock star and becomes Jan Hammer, and they start breaking into your house just so they can try out your bed. It’s not that he smells or anything, but it’s for his own safety. You never know when you’ll start biting things in the middle of the night, and it’s best not to bite musicians if you can help it.