dream from this morning:
there was some kind of music festival. the kickoff event was to be held in a large theater. matt bacon was one of the organizers. i put together a band with a handful of friends and we were supposed to get up and play a Poison song once every hour, with multiple bands playing their one song each until the following hour.
when i arrived for load in, the stage in the theater was obscured behind what looked like a massive house with no roof. there were rooms full of furniture and lighting rigs above the entire construction. turns out it was a reconstruction of a reality show set. the reality show was planning to shoot a bunch of reality tv during the fest.
some of the bands showed up and decided they weren't playing, the rest heard the details and didn't come. chad said he had somewhere to be at 10pm and left. matt bacon blamed the choreographer. the hourly repeating Poison song was supposed to start at 3pm. by 6pm not one single person had walked through the doors for the kickoff event. eventually a few guys got up and played the same RATT song over and over. finally i gave up and left.
the end?
a random collection of whatever from beyond the cosmic horizon; the psychic adventures of a rambling, gambling, heavy metal beatnik.
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