it is 4am saturday night/sunday morning in nyc, the sound of rain woke me from a dream so I remember it clearly. We are having a hurricane here, and for awhile I just watched the rain and figured I'd let the dream subside me. But it wouldn't go away.
So I decided to take rock nyc back to its roots as a blog and write it out (a little, I wanna go back to watching nature's fury!)
I was Keith Richard's son and he was going through withdrawal from heroin when I got the news for him that the music from a ballet he had written had been selected. It was the Richards of Exile. So I wake him up with a a creamy alcoholic drink (I'm not sure which… ) , he throws it down down, and I tell him the news and he staggers straight and begins running, running. I follow him out onto Leicester Square. He collapses on the sidewallk and throws up the drink into the daylight where it mingles.
Keith is taken away by an ambulance..
I go back into the house,
I wake up Mick Jagger who looks like the Mick in the pix above only he is wearing a hairnet. There are magazine articles about Mick all over his bed. I get into bed with Mick. He says, "I always thought it would be me who kills him."
And then I woke up.
A couple of other things.
1. "Band Of Gold" is in the background through the entire dream. I have no problems with this song, but if I have to hear a song on a loop in a middle of a Stones dream, why not "Memo From Turner"?
2. In a reference to the actual "Performance" movie, I keep hearing a voice say "Get em off".
3. This is not a sexual dream despite there being Keith's and Mick's daughters all over it. Not the real one's over -barely legal ones… you know the type I assume.
One more thing. I also was writing songs through the dream. Here is the punchline there: I don't write songs. Here is the saving grace: I kinda know music, the one's I wrote sucked.