AM Earworms
Hungry Freaks Daddy (again), & Willie The Pimp - Frank Zappa
What’s the dealio? Is it FZ’s birthday or something? Because he’s been “on the screen” quite a bit lately.
One of my life dreams had been to sing with/ for FZ. When he died, so did that. But then I had an actual dream very shortly after, I think within a few days of his death. He came to see me at the tattoo studio. And we had this great conversation, him sitting in the green chair next to the stereo, me cleaning the work station. We talked about art & music, life & death, you know, my favourite subjects (besides soup & psychology).
The thing about it was, that it was extremely realistic. Even down to the way he sat and that when I lit a cigarette he coughed and waved and bitched at me about it.
I could (almost) swear that it was, on some level, real. Like this was the way he finally found some time in his busy schedule to have a little time to visit with people who sincerely admired his life work.
Labels: Backwards Trippingness, Death, Dreams, Earworms, music
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