The New Road

Springsteen dream

NyQuil gives the best dreams. This morning I was dreaming about a Springsteen concert. It was just songs off Born to Run, but they were unchained from the album format and played in a much more lyrical and flowing style. Bruce's cadence, tone and emphasis was all different, connoting an almost operatic style to the performance of the piece:

In the tunnels of town, the rats own dream guns him down...

The last words coming as if the very bullets themselves.

The shots echo down the hallway in the night.

The words being extended carrying the very echo of the final flight of the soul vanquished by the gun.

No one watches as the ambulance pulls away.

Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light.

I felt as if pulled back and watching in silence as the tears stream down her face.

It was all very dramatic and touching. The dream ended with me in a record store going through CDs in what looked like the classical section but was filled with old rock. It was then that the alarm went off.

Man was I clawing to get back to that dream. The beauty of the music. I had my own customized concert going on and it was unlike anything I've ever heard before. What I am writing now seems so silly in comparison.

As I got out of that dreamy state I thought more about the music and wondered what it would be like if Born To Run had been done today, with the production values we have now. But mulit-track was out back then. It had been avaliable since Sgt. Pepper's. That reed thin, razor sharp sound was a hallmark of the seventies sound. As if to say, we are so good you could take any single track and it would be perfect, no need to mask or edit. Reminds me of Larry Carlton, who you would give three seconds to and he would give you three notes, played absolutely perfectly to fit the theme.

Mmm... NyQuil, now comes in a combo pack.

(I was clicking around this entry, doing a little editing and what not, and I stopped myself. It's got a hazy 6AM California feel to it. Whatever.)