Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Out walking at lunch I found one Czech crown nestled in the grass near the bike racks of the hotel school. I have to say this unexpected discovery didn't set off Proustian flashbacks of the balmy Prague days, but it was very pleasant to find, and it did remind me of the dream I had last night in which I was back in Prague with some of the old crowd:
We're at a party in someone's apartment, and Anthony is there, only he's also Bob Dylan, and Woody Guthrie is sitting across from us crooning a song on a guitar. Something about Woody's singing doesn't seem right and suddenly I turn to Anthony/Bob Dylan and say, "Dude, he's singing just like you! He's using your style!" Anthony/Dylan nods seriously. Then the song suddenly becomes unbearably sad and everyone in the room feels it, and I have to use my forearm to cover my eyes so no one will see I'm weeping to the tune.
At this point one of the cats jumped on my head and woke me up, and I rose disoriented and slightly annoyed, but with the image of the dream very clear in my head, and I could still remember pretty clearly the tune Woody Guthrie had been singing. It sounded like "Pianoman".
We're at a party in someone's apartment, and Anthony is there, only he's also Bob Dylan, and Woody Guthrie is sitting across from us crooning a song on a guitar. Something about Woody's singing doesn't seem right and suddenly I turn to Anthony/Bob Dylan and say, "Dude, he's singing just like you! He's using your style!" Anthony/Dylan nods seriously. Then the song suddenly becomes unbearably sad and everyone in the room feels it, and I have to use my forearm to cover my eyes so no one will see I'm weeping to the tune.
At this point one of the cats jumped on my head and woke me up, and I rose disoriented and slightly annoyed, but with the image of the dream very clear in my head, and I could still remember pretty clearly the tune Woody Guthrie had been singing. It sounded like "Pianoman".
