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— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) April 3, 2020
Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, there was some vaporous, quasi-hidden fucker hiding in the shadows whilst darting around telling me that I needed to select music(s) that were representative of various things. In one instance, I was tasked with selecting a song that would be representative of the overall vibe of the 1970s. In my dream, the song that I selected was an instrumental. More than that, this song wasn’t released until the late 1970s. Although there is no singing on this track, the vocalist for this particular group likely has one of the most unique, identifiable, and iconic singing voices in rock music. However, when I woke, I had nothing but questions. Made no sense to me at all upon waking that I had chosen this particular song in my dream to be representative of the 1970s that I personally know. Prolly lingering guilt over not choosing a Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers song on the “songs that break your heart” day.
Ironic that whilst pondering all this crap about love and death, I personally cannot escape…dreams. Pretty sure I never owned the album ‘Hemispheres‘, and also pretty sure that I would never consciously select this song as being an all-encompassing representative of my time spent in the 1970s. Moreover, after I woke this morning, did some reading on this song, and was shocked to discover that it is about…dreams. Nightmares, to be more specific. I can only wonder as to why my subconscious would select a song with no vocals to be representative of a time that contained all kinds of vocal expression.
Seeing as Cade has kicked us off with his dreams, I have to include Dolores O’Riordan and the Cranberries, and a song from one of my all time favourite movies…
Kinda weird that in a dream, there are many things that make sense within the context of the dream. However, once that dream has ended and you are awake, all of that clarity fades to confusion. You can almost feel it in your being that this dream and the things in it made sense whilst you were dreaming. But now that you are back in this realm and lucid, you can’t help but giggle a bit at the absurdity of it all. No fucking way any of that craziness made sense. And if it did? I’ll be goddamned if I can remember what it was that made it make sense. None of it makes sense anymore.
As Cade is still on the subject of dreams, I shall continue with another voice I love from an all time favourite movie of mine. This time Roy Orbison…
Dreamy. Dreamy, dreamy, dreamy. Some sounds are like a barrier between eternal peace and eternal war. Voices don’t exist here in the more traditional sense(s). They’re here, they just…operate a little differently. Almost like contempt and respect existing in the same space, and doing so without being hateful or spiteful, and even without being loving or adoring. I love you, and I hate you, and I do both of these at the same time, without really doing either. Almost like looking backwards. Or looking forwards. Looking anywhere and everywhere but here.
Harry Nilsson has appeared a couple of times already during this song challenge…
… And wouldn’t you know it, he also has a song about dreams, one that plays over the opening credits of one of my all time favourite movies…
It’s not really unusual that certain things “make sense” within a certain context, but outside of that context…no, no sense made. Putting on a concert in the middle of a field prolly doesn’t make much sense. God almighty…that was over 50 years ago. Made no sense then, makes no sense now, and yet, people are still talking about it.
What is “Woodstock” anyway? I’m not trying to plan the 100th anniversary or anything, but I do wonder what value this concert/event will have in the year 2069. Will it make sense. Yeah, the one from 1969…will it make sense in 2069, and if so, to whom, and under what auspices, pretenses, terms and conditions will it make sense? Will DMT be a staple of the water supplies of the future much like Fluoride is a staple of the water supplies of today, and everyone will be “tripping-balls” 24/7? Which, I think I’ve pretty much decided that Fluoride is added to water to keep the pipes and infrastructure clean, and it being added for the benefit of people’s teeth or other human health concerns is pure horseshit. ‘Cept for of course the fact that drinking water supplied via filthy pipes is indeed a health concern. There are some weird loops in life.
Does it make sense to you that I have had the requirements of today’s challenge on my mind the entire time that I’ve been writing, yet have primarily used songs with no vocals?
Welp, I have
Guess you’ll just have to read between the lines a bit. I hear all kinds of voices in the music that I’ve included. Some voices I like, some voices I love, some voices…not so much. Woulda been great to see this final song performed live at the time tho. Strange how voices speak to us, and when.
*I said penultimate, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
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