February 5th, 2006


Music and violence

I dreamed I was in an elementary school classrom, writing a song with a famous singer. I don't think he was anyone I know from real life, but in the dream he was a black man in a tuxedo sitting at a piano. I'd write a few lines at a time, and he'd play and sing them, and we were both very happy with it.

The song was like Blackalicious' "Alphabet Aerobics" (lyrics) in that it was an excercise in alliteration, with every word in each line starting with the same letter of the alphabet. Unlike that song, it was a mellow love song in the style of Marvin Gaye or Al Green.

We finished the song and were very happy with it, sure in its success, and were ready to get it recorded. Suddenly, Stevie Wonder showed up, sitting in a wheelchair, and taunting us with an album. He had somehow overheard our song, recorded it, and released it under his own name before we could.

I was pissed, naturally, and started threatening Stevie Wonder with lawsuits and stuff. He responded by getting up out of his wheelchair and advancing toward me menacingly. Turns out he was faking being wheelchair-bound in order to sell more records, although he was still blind.

So, I responded by leaning out of the classroom into the hallway, and shouting for Insane Clown Posse to help me.

ICP showed up, the classroom turned into a wrestling ring, and the dream ended with myself and ICP beating on Stevie Wonder, three-on-one.

I really wonder about myself sometimes.
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