7/12/00 10:21
PM (dream)
Two nights in a row: evil presence in
the club after closing, just before I leave. I note the stairwell door is
open and close it. I feel someone there. The lights go out.
Last night: a woman, about 32, from
a famous band (I was in the company of famous musicians - was it in Berlin?)
looking a lot like S but skinnier and more lemuresque starts singing me a love
song, holding my hand as she accompanies her voice on a rigged guitsynth, long
ululations and expressive grunts, sort of like a cross btw Patti Smith &
Björk; at first I was not so interested in her but I am touched by the
expression in her music; she is touching my heart directly, locked into my
frequency, and the message is, "I know we can't have each other but I want
you to know I want you," with at some point a direct request to touch her,
lock the impression in memory, and masturbate using it later. At the end
it is all very emotional. I was somehow responsible for the mobile
recording unit during this event, and was distracted at the beginning of the
number and missed recording the first few bars, which I now seriously
regret. There is navigation through a large and strange city, dark
alleys, hi-tech.