Last night I had a dream I was at a Herbie Hancock concert, for some reason being held at a youth hostel in the middle of an enormous lake. I have a vague idea of who reads this, so I can say with confidence, most of you were there, and you seemed to enjoy the music. Oddly, Ed Feast, a friend of mine from Grantham, was the featured pianist, rather than the named artist. Herbie was using his guitar-keyboard-thingy mostly. Afterwards, Herbie and I were sailing a dinghy, and I asked if he'd let me come over to the US some time and jam with him, Lionel Loueke, and the rest of his band. "I know the bassline to Chameleon and everything". He said "No way, man!" which on reflection, is probably what he would say in real life.
It's odd. Last time, indeed the only time, I saw Herbie play, I was generally speaking buried in Access queries and spreadsheets with no idea of how to escape. A few days later, (5 days to be precise) I decided to escape here, to Australia. Right now, I'm working for a company who asked for a data entry clerk and got me. As a result of a little problem-solving and time-saving I've been doing for them, I'm buried in Access queries and spreadsheets again, largely of my own free will. So maybe, in a roundabout way, the dream was trying to tell me I was actually quite happy being buried in Access and Excel problems, and that despite moving to the other side of the planet, I seem to have sought out more of the same. Or maybe that's far too tenuous a connection and, as usual, I'm thinking about things too much.
Either way, it was just nice to be on a sailing boat with one of my favourite musicians.
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"Walrus The Carpenter" or "The Walrus and The Carpenter"; 1 Regent Street Bristol, England.
Intrigued I am about this mixture of walrus' and carpenters. It's almost as strange as the thought of a walrus in a lounge.
It's a Lewis Carroll poem. I highly recommend it. "The time has come" The Walrus said "To talk of many things. Of Shoes and Ships and Sealing Wax, and cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings."
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the time has cum, The Walrus said to talk of many things. Of tongues and whips and Sealing Wax and cottagers for Kings. Any why my arse is boiling and where are my fairy wings...
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