Week One: I'm Probably Not, In All Honesty, Asleep...

 ... but it feels, sometimes, as though I may be.

Photo of the Near Future' Digital, 2020 - Available in my store as a print

 

In a rather 'Silver Key' type of situation, I find I am no longer able to recall my dreams, which is a bit of a bugger. I paint, and, in particular, I like to paint strange things. So dreams can be a very, very useful grab-bag of imagery. 

On the other hand, perhaps that inky void between nodding-off and waking-up may be for the best. I'm reminded of the late, great Mitch Hedberg here:

"I hate dreaming. Because when you sleep, you wanna sleep. Dreaming is work, you know - there I am in a comfortable bed, the next thing you know I have to build a go-kart with my ex-landlord. I want a dream of me watching myself sleep."

Also, this being the tenth month of the greatest public health crisis in a century, the eighth month of working from home, the immediate aftermath of the (hopeful) ousting of the first American Fascist President and the probable eve of the UK's nose-spiting split from Europe, things are plenty weird enough in waking life.

So... What say I write to you like this once a week, eh? A little note. A couple of tunes (we must have tunes). A couple of daubs. Sound good? I think, even I can commit to that sort of a schedule...

Tune 1: Queen Mother Rage - Slippin Into Darkness (Amazing use of the 'Nautilus' Sample)

Tune 2: Dinosaur Jr - Ricochet (it's a Lou Barlow B-side and one of his best Dino tunes)