I have always had vivid dreams. My mom remembers me regaling her with them over breakfast. Her usual response was a smile, a shake of the head and the comment, “You have some real weirdies, honey.” I still do.
I woke up this morning after having had a dream about the St. Roch Market. First I need to tell you that I have never been there, not seen it as a seafood and Chinese food place prior to the storm. I have stood staring at it many times since and the building itself has a presence, a personality, one that reaches out wanting to be useful and vibrant. It misses people and voices and laughter. At least that’s what it seems to tell me.
As usual, the trains run late in Italy, so we had about an hour and a half…
When I’m in the car and I’m hungry and there’s nothing to eat, I always have my fingernails. Yum yum!
The three of us entered the Tulane University field house where their basketball team played. The bleachers…
I was on a state highway in Texas. It was about 10 PM. I listened to the radio for the last 40 miles into Denton.
It sounded like the Texas I knew, all right. Twang, metal, hype. How ‘bout them Cowboys!
I was going to Denton to shoot some videos and record some songs with Bob Hate and Stephen Thomas, roughly two-fifths of The Eddy Band.
Stephen’s first band nickname was so obscene it actually became cool over the years. It was succinct and entirely filthy.
It cannot be written here. But sometimes words you leave out are just as good as words you leave in, I think.