I’ve had two weird dreams recently, both music-related. Last night’s dream started with me hanging out with Skyrager Dan of Psychemagic at what I believe was his flat. He was there with what seemed to be his girlfriend and another young woman. I couldn’t get over how shabby the apartment was—it had a kind of squat 90s vibe. Internally, I thought that maybe art no longer paid well, and who was I to judge? The vibes were fun though, like an after-party.
The next thing I know, we’re all loading up into an early 90s Volvo 480 with the sloped rear. We’re cruising down the road when suddenly the car takes off. That’s when I realize we’re somewhat in the future, but no one else bats an eye, so I just think, ‘Wow, this is weird,’ and go along with it. Eventually, we arrive at a warehouse filled with seriously young and hip kids, but it turns out it’s just a stage set up for a music video. We’re the oldest people there, but all the kids are in awe of us.
The video production kicks off, and as it wraps up, I have a brainwave: Dan needs to do a to-camera grin. He’s all dressed up and looks great, but for some reason, he’s wearing a Donnie Darko rabbit head. I insist that the closing shot should be him removing the head and grinning directly at the camera. I’m super nervous, thinking I’m going to get shot down, but all the kids think it’s total genius. Then I woke up.
all my anxiety dreams are dj related. or record related.
no lie - last night i had a dream that i ran into mark farina in NYC and he was trying to sell a bunch of random records on the street (mostly hip hop promos on the good vibe label, but some house stuff too). i took all of them from him then started lugging them around trying to first find an ATM to get him some cash, and then to find a record store who might have a shipping box i could beg off them. my plan was to just send them back to my house media mail, so i was also on the hunt for a post office. i bought mark a smoothie somewhere along the journey, and then we were trying to schlep about 150 loose records and drinks up and down the blocks.
if there’s a deeper meaning to it all, it’s lost on me.
I don’t remember ever having any other music related dreams, but the other day after posting about Record magazine on here I did, presumably because it just before I went to bed.
I was at their office, but it was kind of just like a shop front with a open big window and I was on the street talking through it to some bloke who was putting together the lay out for the new issue, and had it spread out across a large desk. He said it would have been finished earlier but the owner kept making him do loads of errands for him, sometimes late into the evening.
He locked up, came out with a boy who was his son, and asked if I wanted a lift anywhere. I did, and we got into an old Volvo, he passed his son his phone to control the music, and said he preferred to do that, as it made it more cinematic.