Sunday, December 30, 2012
A few days ago, I had a nightmare--the first nightmare in months.
I lived (badly) through the 1970s. It is the era in which I came of age. I was a nerd and target of bullies. I'd had a stoner girlfriend who does not want to know me today, after decades thru social media. I'd also had a 6:00 pm curfew ... and I don't live in the Arctic Region.
My sister had long ago convinced me that this girl'd needed me only because I was the one "straight arrow" with whom she could prove to her parents, she was living a non-hippie life.
Anyway, the story has to span those 4 years and two more. Somehow, at a nightclub, I was found engaging an old-school broadcast-radio-style (harking back to the era of America's top 40) deejay (but YOUNG, hip and could affect retro) complete with quips and continuity when spinning songs.
He wanted to charge me a lot of money just for a few songs. He claimed to be specializing in songs that mean a lot to ME. But he would not play those songs, some of which are already in the public domain (unrenewed copyright--but that part's not important) ... he was telling me that three of the songs, "Love Hangover" by Donna Summer, played at top volume all night by my next door neighbors in a tenement in 1972 ...and I could never get any sleep [parallels to 2 years ago, with being kept awake all night by noisy upstairs neighbors throwing bodies around on the floor]; "Proud Mary" - the Ike and Tina Turner cover, played in 1969 in a co-ed industrial arts high school class, and at least one song by The Captain and Tennille (in 1975 at a very uncongenial workplace) ... "you do not need those" ...
I kept pleading aloud in a semi waking state.
I woke up with a rapid heartbeat.