if ya wanna go...

and take a ride with me...

i need to get to montreal next weekend...



i had a bit of a crazy dream last night. i was at this house i used to live in, like 20 years ago, in london. in the drive way beside/behind the house, was a table, with a young couple sitting there. it was like a restaurant patio. very strange. i was their waiter. i don't know why this house had one table in the driveway, and was operation a restaurant for only two people, but you know how dreams are. so, the couple order food from me, and have drinks, and i come back out... they're waiting for their food, but the mood changes, they're not talking to each other, they're having some sort of argument. i'm standing at the table, the girl is on my left, the guy is on my right. now there's an older man sitting at the table, in the middle, across from me. he's the girl's father, but for some reason, he's sitting closer to the guy. he's talking to them about things, they're engaged, perhaps they're calling it off, he says he only wants his daughter to be happy. i think she's calling off the wedding. the young man is visibly upset, and for some reason he's leaning his face into the older mans chest/shoulder, crying. i don't understand why the older man is comforting his daughter's future ex, but i think perhaps he's not sure what to do. i tell them their food is ready, and woman says she wants her food to go. she wants to leave. now, the older man decides he wants food as well. he's going to leave with his daughter, but he orders a pizza to go. i don't understand why, when his daughter is upset, and wants to leave, he would order food, thus forcing them to wait another 20 minutes to leave. he says something to the effect of, since they're there already, he might as well get some food. this is all happening in my driveway, which i find very strange. next thing i know, i'm in a bar. i'm bartending. it's basically the same bar that i work in now, as far as the structure of the bar, but it's in a very different location. feels like perhaps the southern states, or central america or something. it's a warm, dry climate. i think i own the bar, and i'm also some sort of priest/minister, and i'm also a musician. their is a marriage taking place in the bar. i don't see them, but i'm sure it's the same couple from before. i'm the one who's going to be marrying them. there are lots of people there, everybody is happy. i see the older man. he's happy. this guy ian is there (who i saw last night in real life, at work, he's a sound guy, works at the embassy hotel, where i'll be playing on sunday night). he's walking around the room, playing guitar. there are other musicians there as well. people are dancing. i think this is after the marriage, and people are celebrating. i'm now out from behind the bar, the couple are dancing in the middle of the room, surrounded by people, with ian playing guitar and singing to them. i now have this small guitar in my hand, i'm standing at a table with a few people, trying to play along with the other musicians, but i don't know how to play the guitar. ian starts telling out the notes to me, A-E-B-E... (i don't read music, so i have no idea what this means), and i yell back at him that i don't know notes. he tells me to look at the guitar, and on the fret board, the notes are taped on, so i'm able to find them, and play along. the guitar has no strap, so it's a bit of a struggle not to drop it, but i do okay, now that i know the notes, i'm playing along and dancing and singing with the other musicians. this is the end of the dream...

don't forget, i got two shows this weekend for all my london peoples...

friday...



and sunday...

josh martinez,
sleep,
fritz tha cat (ok cobra),
thesis,
dj dubble.

@ the embassy hotel.

(i don't have a flyer for this one.)

all right, i'm out, got some lyrics to work on, jamming tonight...

later alligators,
ryan