Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I'm at my parents' house, watching TV downstairs. Bruce Springsteen is on, performing a song on acoustic (possibly with band.) I notice his voice is extremely rough like gravel - basically, as he sings notes, one simultaneously hears an ongoing guttural noise behind it. I say, "it's sounds like he's burping while he's singing..." And just at that moment, I catch the tune and lyrics that he's singing. It's a sad minor key lament, midtempo, and the chorus lyrics just repeat the line "It's burpin' right here....it's burpin' right here..." This is presented as very sad. Like the general context is...if you want to see a man whose heart is broken, well, "it's burpin' right here..." meaning I'm right in front of you. I wake up in hysterics.
So the last attempt at 'jump starting' the ol' dream blog here didn't work out so well. It is now a year and half later. But here's another:
With my cousin Tom and his dad, in a field near a house in the country. This is our 'first mission'..to infiltrate this house in broad daylight. Espionage/G.I.JOE overtones. I seem to have an action figure with me as if to make the point...the figure has his name written directly on its plastic - the name is Sal Charleston.
Uncle gets in house, second floor balcony. Tom and I waylaid, by two people sitting in field suddenly. We have to pretend to be dozing off...I try to keep one eye just a hair open now and then to be safe. Eventually we move around the house and sneak in ourselves. Very modern inside. Grand piano near central stairway. I want to play it.