I had this dream last night.
My friend Charles and I were attending an Amos Lee concert in, what I assumed was, Houston. In the dream, the concert was scheduled to be in the House of Blues but the venue turned out to be some sort of classroom, a low-ceiling, rectangular room with no decorations. I remember thinking nothing of the unusual venue for the show. Well, a small crowd of people are scattered around the room waiting for the show to begin while Amos is at the front of the room tuning up his guitar. There’s a low-quality sound system set up but after a few minutes I realize that nothing is powered on and there’s no sound tech behind the mixer. Somehow I can tell the show’s about the start and no one else seems to care or notice that there’s no sound. I convince Charles that he and I should take over the audio duties and so we get things ready to bring the concert to life.
And that’s all I can remember.
Anyone know if there are any deeper meanings in play? Or was my dinner to close to my bedtime? Here are some helpful hints: I don’t know that either of us are huge fans of Amos Lee. However, Charles is a bit of an audio wizard. He’s the real deal. And… we both like music. And I’m weird.
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