Last night I dreamt about Suicide. No, no, no, not the act of, but the song "Dream Baby Dream" by influential protopunk band Suicide. It was playing in my tapedeck of an old beat-up Chevy, and I think I was going to school inside a Coca-Cola factory, but that's besides the point. Alan Vega was a weirdo, but he was at a level of weirdness that approached genius status with his highly influential minimal electronic music. Suicide was among one of the first bands to coin the term "punk music", and one of the first acts among the current scene to incorporate synthesizers and electronic drums into their sound, neither of which are considered to be synonymous with today's traditional "punk music". And Bruce Springsteen even did a version of "Dream Baby Dream" closing his shows in 2005. Maybe my favorite thing he's ever done...
Anyhow, I only saw Incepetion once, so I don't know all the rules about the different sub-levels of dreams, but I thought it was kinda interesting nonetheless. And I just realized this post just turned into perhaps my version of a "slow news day." Man dreams about songs about dreams, and local dog gives birth to 15 puppies, all this and more at 11.
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