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$308, a dream and a nightmare
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Happy New Year. I'm the guy who quit his job after hearing the David Lynch audio book, 'member? Anyway my first album is going swimmingly and I am noticing that track after track I am working up the learning curve at an exponential pace. It is forcing me to go back and redo shit on the latter tracks! Money is scarce (i made only $308 so far in '08) but I am lining up all sorts of odd jobs in order to make ends meet. Thankfully oranges are 10 for 99 cents at the local Mexican supermarket so my keyboard is all citrussy as I wave hello to you all.
I am REALLY excited about a new track that I am working on and hope to post it here quite soon. It is remiscent of Missing Persons amped enourmously with a sort of neo-crooning metal pop thing going on (and a fair dose of electro-wanking). When the gf is humming the melody in the shower, y'all knows ya got a winner.
In the past, excerpts from my dream journal received some acclaim. I had a dream last night that seemed more tremendous on the page than it did in the miasma of sleep. I have been looking at getting steadier work now that the major bits of the album are done. I think that plays into this dream here. Most jobs that I qualify for require experience with Japanese corporate culture, hence what you find here after. Douzo.
‘TETS’
1.16.08
A Japanese business man hears of my impressive track record working with Japanese corporate clients and invites me to a meeting at a local health and fitness spa. When I arrive with my entourage, we enter a small room and squirm through a maze of novelty fitness machines ready for the garbage. I have a seat on a flat bench and take a moment to collect my thoughts. He says his name is Tetsuo (using the kanji characters ‘iron’ and ‘man’ when written) and he drizzles unnecessary patronage onto me before getting down to business.
Though you may have come to find satisfying work with me today, he says, the real reason for your visit was to bear witness to a fortuitous event: the unveiling of the ‘infant factory’. He tells me that he has been blessed, inundated by a flood of pregnant woman seeking a care and protection under his auspices. These women have wandered streets for months and finally have found the mighty Tetsuo, a once nameless drone who had been nearly smudged out of the footnotes of Japan’s proverbial blueprint for success and notoriety in the universe.
Tets, as he had us call him, plugged all the Jacuzzi drains so that the rear of the facility was flooded with water. His purpose here was to facilitate water births in the event that an unattended mother was suddenly to go into labor. No evidence of pregnant women could be found anywhere in building though as we trudged through its soaked corridors. Finally in the Jacuzzi room, two women had occupied separate bath stalls, both of them panting heavily in labor. Tets snapped his finger to the sky gesturing that the woman in the left stall would be my responsibility. From afar, I snidely snapped my own finger and in an instant the woman before me gave birth to a sanguine baby boy. Members of my entourage rushed to her side and placed the ravel of umbilical mess on her stomach as she cradled the baby on her own.
Meanwhile, Tets had assisted the birth of the second child, which was incidentally his own spawn. His wife lied suspiciously motionless as he held the child like a globe in his free hand. He struck up a conversation with the newborn as if it was a man of his own age and status. To our surprise the child responded accordingly. Their conversation was riddled with murmurs of threats and accusations. And an entire lifetime seemed to have passed as they failed to relax their incessant squabble, spewing venom like insane passengers arguing with reflections in a bus window.
I backed away from the whole scene hoping to get some sort of relief. I turned my gaze to a dark hallway shielded by a wall of glass. As my eyes bypassed the scene mirrored in the glare, I noticed a dinosaur had been sleeping soundly there. It looked peaceful and ancient. Also, a janitor was creeping slowly towards his tail, gripping a shitty vacuum cleaner. It was clear that he wanted to suck the dragon in whole, tail first. I considered screaming but I was tired of shenanigans in general, and I had thought it best to let hapless tragedies run their course.
The whole world got unpebbled from the stars and flicked into oblivion. I closed my eyes and simply imagined a world where a giant lizard could find its demise at the business end of a Hoover. And with that it may have been rendered into possibility.
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adcBicycle
Just listened to that book last night... quite interesting. I wasn't expecting it to be so much about him making his films, but interesting none the less.
01/17/08
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hecanjog
so glad to hear it's going well. i demand more dream journals! awesome!
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tantan
Now, see, up until the dinosaur this was downright linear and I was prepared to accuse you of augmenting the dream with more coherent narrative logic.  But then, the twist and we're squarely in dreamland!
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