So, I realize that I’m Batman and Robin and I are stuck on the rooftop of an enormous building in the industrial part of Gotham. The Joker has taken our utility belts and has them wrapped around an air vent not too far away. The problem is, the physics of the environment are all screwed up. If I go to take a swing, my arm flies along a completely unintentional trajectory. If I try to walk, it feels like my legs weigh 1k lbs. Robin is having the exact same problem and we’re looking at each other exasperated at the unfruitful efforts we’re making to defend ourselves against The Joker, who is kicking our asses. He apparently knows how to function perfectly in this environment and probably created it, and he’s not only fully capable but seems to have extended his abilities to making himself elastic-like and is stretching his arms and punching me in the face from both sides at the same time, yet standing about 4 feet from me, when I can actually catch a glimpse of him. It’s pretty awful.

I was in the house I grew up in with my Mom and step monster, Rob. We were in the living room near the piano going thru boxes of some sort and we were all getting along alright although I had some misgivings. Rob wasn’t wearing a shirt and I noticed that he had a really unusual tattoo on him but I didn’t want to look too closely because the strange feeling I had about the situation.

We got done going thru the boxes and my Mom left the room. I walked over and sat on the couch. Rob took off the rest of his clothes and wrapped up his lower half with some sort of sarong and started walking over toward me. I watched him more intently now and noticed that the tattoo appeared to start on his back and it was a geographical map of a city. All over his back were large glass beads that had been placed into cuts in his skin that had healed over with a hole to reveal the glass bead inside. I was really astounded.

When he sat down near me, I asked him about the tattoo. He showed me the from of it and I noticed the name “Elvis” on it, and I realized that part of the city layout was a cemetery in Memphis, TN. I asked him if the tattoo was Memphis and he replied that it was taken from a very old map “before the Brazilians arrived.” I really didn’t know what he meant by that but he showed me how the tattoo wrapped around onto his stomach into a large open scroll with a lot of writing. I started reading it but unfortunately don’t remember what it said anymore than it was some sort of historical perspective on the period.

I was standing in a room with a man in his early 30’s, tall, dark hair, dark skin, clean shaven, possibly Puerto Rican. We were talking with a woman in a dark suit. She was in her 50’s, dark hair, educated. The conversation had gone into the topic of 60’s and 70’s television programs and she was talking about programs that the man didn’t know about. I don’t recall the names she used. I was given a book that had the name of the dark skinned man at the top of the first page. His name was Geronimo Gar.

I’ll be playing at The Blue Rock Shoot this Friday night at 10pm. I will be joined by some great musicians so if you wanna see Rhythma as a band, this is not a show to be missed. Get there early because seats tend to fill up but the crowd does come and go.

Also, I wanted to let you know that Tarradiddle (Sean Michael Imler and Bill Mason) will be the featured performer at the Red Rock Coffee Co. open mic on Monday, May 17. We’ll do a 1/2 hour set starting at 9pm, so come down and enjoy a post dinner coffee.

I just uploaded a new piece of art to Fine Art America called “The Sight of Freequncy.” Take a look, and this time, I’m expecting my url minimizer to work. bit.ly killed me last time when my Socialite plugin malfunctioned. I’m using tinyurl.com now. It’s a little longer but not that much and it works. That’s a big bonus.

The Sight of Frequency

Mel and I had walked into a restaurant that I’d never been in before.  It had one of those country cottage motifs that usually nauseate me but it had these quirks about it that captured my interest.  We sat down at a table close to the kitchen.  Each place setting and menu was a set that came in a shallow dish.  The table we sat at was faux green granite.  We placed an order with an older waitress but I was talking about wanting to go to another restaurant to pick something up.  It was some sort of Chili’s or Tex Mex style place that in my mind was nearby and we’d be able to return before our food was served.

We jumped on a big Harley panhead and rode down an alley that had interesting obstacles like a troupe of old “classic” red Honda Civics and delivery vans that were congregating and driving perpendicular to the alley.  Then, there was the a large mound of car parts that had been covered by a giant tarp.  We finally made it to the end of the alley where I made a right expecting to see the restaurant on my right, but it wasn’t there.  I turned around and started to drive into a parking lot that might take me to a different alley but we stopped and ended up in a little cafe.  We sat down at a table and I quickly noticed that there was no music playing.  I asked them if they needed music in hopes that I could perform there.  One of the girls working there told me that she was going to have a soul retrieval and that the person doing it was going to play the hollow bone.  I asked who it was but she ignored me.  In the back of my mind, I was feeling a bit guilty for leaving the other restaurant and I really did want to get back before the meal was served.

Suddenly the cafe changed into a different cafe and I had this white brick shaped digital cassette player with me.  I was playing a heavy metal ballad for one of the waiters that worked there to demonstrate it’s peculiarity.  He didn’t like it too much and walked away.  A man sitting at a nearby table grabbed the player and started dismantling it.  I got up and walked over to him and started grabbing the torn-apart pieces from him.  He told me that he didn’t like the music and I explained that he still had no right to take what wasn’t his and destroy it.  I called him an idiot and stormed back to my table.  He got up to follow me.  He was a very large man and as he got closer, he seemed more threatening.  I awoke…

I was walking down the dairy aisle in the super market. From the top shelf, I grabbed a jar or Best Foods mayonnaise. I was a little perplexed when this large jar of the creamy white delight felt so light, so I opened it. This brand new never opened jar was less than 1/8 full. Now, I’ve always detested when the container for a product is excessively large for the amount of product inside but this pushed it all to a whole new level. I felt completely vindicated in making my sandwich right there on the spot, recapping the mayonnaise and putting it back on the shelf and leaving.

I was at an open mic in a small brightly lit cafe. It was a fairly clean cafe with polished wooden chairs and tables in a rich walnutty finish and matching wainscoting. It was a morning event that started at 8am and was ending at noon. I had been asked by the proprietor to do a 1/2 hour set at noon when the open mic finished but it was somewhat unexpected. I was standing in the doorway trying to work out logistics in my head and little concerned because I didn’t even have a guitar with me. On top of that, I wasn’t sure what songs to play because I was familiar with this group of people and what flavour of music most appealed to them. I guess it was an anxiety dream.

I was out on some sort of large farmland. There was fencing and a very large barn and I had a knowledge of hunting deer with some woman. I looked over to what looked like an abandoned garden area surrounded by chicken wire. There was an animal there with reddish fur and we were commenting that it was a coyote. Then there appeared another very large animal that I was claiming was a moose but the woman I was with disagreed. The thing that was odd about it was that it didn’t have fully developed front legs but rather short stubby legs like a kangaroo and it was walking on its hind legs. It was quite a unique creature. When I awoke, I realized that the animal that we claimed was a coyote looked more like a fox, but then, coyotes are illusive.