I had a really silly dream last night

I had a really silly dream last night. I dreamt that Jon and I went to The Crocodile with Licia. We took my car.
I have been worried about my car, because I think the thermostat needs to be replaced.
Anyhow, we were all hanging out watching some band play. the music was all circus like and it was making my head hurt. I decided I wanted to go home. I spoke to Jon and Licia and said we should go, we head out to our car and see it driving off. I started to freak and Jon says, "Oh wait, I forgot, I told Sean Nelson he could borrow the car."
Now this was weird to me because I have never seen him drive ever. I asked, "Are you sure he can drive? What if it breaks down?"
He said, "Oh yeah, he borrows the car all of the time, it will be fine. I'm thinking of selling it to him."
I say, "But it is my car! You can't sell it!"
Then Licia says, "We have to go back in, we are missing the bands and the next one has the dancing ladies!"

That is when I woke up to my alarm.

What a stupid dream! It is like a jumble of craziness really.

So I cannot believe that it took me his long to write this…

Thursday eve Jon played in Bellingham with much loved Lou Barlow.
I need to preface this by saying that the first time I heard Soul and Fire I knew I wanted to play guitar if only to learn how to play that one particular song. Had I not picked up that Sebadoh tape for $1.99 from a pawn shop on Spenard in Alaska so many years ago, I may never have finally picked up a guitar.
With the purchase of Bubble and Scrape and then a cheap blonde Fender acoustic; so started my (not so) secret love affair with Sebadoh.

I spent so much of my daughter’s early childhood sitting around playing songs on my guitar like On Fire, Cliché, and Soul and Fire that I am certain she has grown up thinking I wrote them.

If you have ever listened to any of the Dear John Letters songs that I had a hand in writing, you would hear the Barlow influence all over them. Those were the kinds of records I dreamed of making someday.

I have seen Sebadoh live twice, Folk Implosion once and I have seen Lou play solo three times. Every time I have found a way to shake his hand and have found some way to stutter out that he is the greatest and walk away feeling like a big geek. I had no problem sitting around reading comic books with Thom York, but god forbid I can spit out a string of coherent words to Lou Barlow without giggling like a little girl!
Once I told him he is the reason that I started playing guitar, which he answered, “I’m sorry?”
He’s just cool like that.

Out of all of the times I have seen him, I think this show on Thursday at The Nitelite in Bellingham, WA was numero uno! I got a table right at the front of the stage. Jon opened and played a beautiful set of a lot of new songs I have never heard him play live before. I sat there very proud of my immensely talented husband and excited that I was going to get to see my favorite musician next!

When Lou got on stage, he seemed a little groggy. He did a song and then admitted he has fallen asleep backstage on a couch for about two hours. It took him about 3 songs to warm up, but once he did, he was Del fuego.
His stage banter was witty and interesting. At one point some obnoxious guy at the table behind me was yapping up a storm while Lou was singing. Most singers ignore it, but Lou handled the situation with his own special flare.
I noticed he started to sing quieter and kept watching the table of offenders. He then took a step back from the mic which made him even quieter, eyes fixed. He never missed a beat.
When the song ended he leaned in the mic and explained, “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing anything too interesting. I always figure when people are talking like that there must be something really important to talk about”
But then he laughs and follows it up with, “But then again, I always talk my head off through shows, so I guess I am an asshole.”
It was priceless. The guys were quiet and we didn’t hear from them again after that.

The show ended far too early for my taste, I would have much preferred that he played for another two hours, but he had to get back to wife and baby. Did I mention that he just became a daddy and now has his lovely wife and new baby on the road with him? Yes, he is that dedicated! That just makes him cooler in my book! I hope my rock husband was taking notes that he can refer to when planning his next European tour!

Of course we bought every bit of merch he had. I left the proud owner of two new CD’s and a really cute baby blue T-shirt. I recently went to his website www.loobicore.com and found there are even more cute shirts to be purchased. I will be buying one for both Darian and I soon!

If Lou Barlow passes through your town, I highly suggest you go see him and buy his new CD Emoh! I can’t get enough of it. It really is the best of Lou Barlow in a lot of ways. And as for his live shows, if Bellingham was any indication of how he is on this tour, I’d have to say it will be one of the best solo performances you could see all year! He is charming, entertaining, and the music is heartbreakingly flawless.

I had a horrible dream last night that only got worse when I woke up.

I dreamt that I was alone in the house with my daughter and I was trying to pack things in a panic because I knew it wasn’t safe. I looked outside and saw a police car fly by and that even made me more afraid. I could hear them going into my neighbors apartments, I heard screams; I knew that my neighbor was hurt, or dead. I was packing frantically when I heard tapping on my back door. I could tell there were people all over the neighborhood. I told my daughter to hide under the bed, and I grabbed the phone. Then I heard the person climbing up to look through the windows. I was in a full panic now. Then I heard knocking on the front door.
In my dream, the door had a small window on it. I see a man looking through the window at me with dirty blond hair and crazy eyes. I think he had some sort of facial hair. Anyhow, he says. “I can seeeee you.”
I call the police, the call is intercepted, “No one is going to help you now!” and I hear laughter on the other end of the phone.
I start thinking, “This guy might be a cop, no one is going to help!”
The guy shows me his gun through the window and starts laughing again. I wake up, completely freaked out a few minutes after 5AM.
I lay there for a long time with my heart pounding in my chest. I get out of bed, to start my day and see through the window that the block has police tape all around it and there are cop cars everywhere.
A guy across the street was stabbed in the neck this morning. They have arrested a “person of interest” but no one has been charged yet.

I had one of those moments where I had to check to make sure I was actually awake or if it was just a continuation of my horrible dream.