Friday, September 3, 2010

A Twittered Dream (part 1)

I’ve always had vivid dreams. Sometimes more than others, depending on what’s going on in my life and what’s stressing me out. And my dreams often have songs or crazy story-lines in them. In fact, every song on the new Earwig album has it’s start one way or another from one of my dreams.

While working on the new Earwig record, I went a little crazy and my dreams followed suit. As my waking hours were consumed with trying to record and mix the new Earwig songs just right, while asleep, I embarked upon a dream sequence that took my ambitions to their furthest conclusion...I must perfect these songs and mixes to defeat a world wide Evil and bring Harmony to the universe! As the mixing, mastering and production phases of the CD progressed my dreams got more intense. Along the way, they included many odd b-list celebrity cameos from the likes of Neal Patrick Harris, Prince, Mr. T., Michelle Obama, Jack White, Creepy Thin Man, R.E.M. and more. I mini-blogged about the dreams on Earwig’s Twitter feed and have collected them here for yr enjoyment.

2:41 PM Nov 17th, 2009
I've engaged the ire of the Producer. Things are going exactly according to my plans!

6:36 PM Jan 20th , 2010
I will dream of strange rock mixes tonight, of that I am sure. Not About You mix is done. Sounds fab.

10:03 AM Jan 22nd
Thank you Prince, for letting Earwig use yr warehouse rehearsal space & the Revolution's gear 2 my DREAM! I'm glad we're pals. You let us stay at yr mansion!
Yes! Even after the Apocalypse, Earwig will continue to rock...and need a place to practice.
Oh, and thanks also to the Mad Max/Eskimo war party for raiding my village last night. WTF?
You guys are freaks! Why'd you burn down my hut?

8:17 AM Jan 25th
Spent the night driving around in a top down Jeep with my good pals Mr. T & Michelle Obama.
Scouring the record stores, looking for obscure indie vinyl for Michelle.
We want to find songs and sounds that help solve multiple world-wide crisis.
My dreams keep getting better. Michelle O. is a sweetheart. And Mr. T didn't even recognize her!

10:58 AM Jan 26th
Last night Jack White & I argued about who "created" the 1st guitar riff.
We got into a mean fist fight about it. My mom had to break us my dream.
It's cool though, we made up. After the fight, Jack & I wandered the beautiful Scottish country side and he told me of a "magical guitar" called the Enigma Guitar... in my dream. He said that I must find it.

8:29 AM Jan 27th
I spent the night working undercover in the Future as a secret agent.
I was searching for Evil G.I. Joe/Cobra looking bad guys that carry around huge Rickenbacker bass guitars. They are big, all-black robot/Nazi looking dudes. They play super-slow Joy Division tunes on the bass guitars & melt yr brain. I learned that they can trap U in yr sleep.
Then I found a small keyboard under a flap of skin on the palm of my left hand that can be used to "pre-program" or "re-program" the W.O.R.L.D.
So I re-programmed the W.O.R.L.D. to provide better more effective aid in Haiti and pre-programmed it to stop Global my dream.

7:10 AM Jan 28th
Ha! I did wake up after all.
You see @cbusmom I was playing chess, drinking coffee and being lectured to about Physics by the Creepy Thin Man all my dream.
We discussed and debated the Zen of quantum physics. He said to me "You wanna know a secret? Yr never gonna wake up!". He was wrong? my dream

10:44 AM Feb 1st
Spent 1/2 the night as Kevin Costner in The Bodyguard. Michelle Obama was Whitney. I had to make sure that the kids got to school safely and shit. Then we went record shopping again.

7:26 AM Feb 2nd
These bright orange combat boots R magic. I found them while record shopping with Michelle O. They can fly & they can also teach me songs that they stole from "that guy in the Pixies"...In my dream.

7:05 AM Feb 4th
Last night, I discovered that Neil Patrick Harris lives inside @madebyamyD 's refrigerator. Open the door, he's there- Dressed as Dr. Horrible. And she says that he's her 'House Boy'
NPH cries and asks me "R U trying to make my dad dance?" His dad, who also lives in Amy’s fridge, is Mel Gibson...and the answer is YES... Mel and I dance...In My Dream
Mel uses Nazi mind-tricks to try and melt my brain. It doesn’t work. I stuff him back in the fridge.
@madebyamyD With dreams like's safer 4 EVERYONE if I'm awake. It was a nice diner party tho' (in my dream) I dig yr new mansion and HUGE fridge with people living in it.

10:33 AM Feb 5th
I escaped from the Klingon gulag on Rura Penthe by digging a tunnel w/ my detached left forearm. The tunnel came out into a Beastie Boys concert in 1986.
While there, I met up w/ Miss America in a wheelchair who could break-dance. And she did. In a wheelchair. My left arm was returned to me in a box. In my dream.

7:42 AM Feb 8th
Saw a great band last night. Luke Skywalker was rockin' out w/ Chewbacca on bass. It was completely awesome! ...In my dream.
Left the Star Wars concert in a jet black land-speeder. I picked up a young Orson Welles @ the Cantina. He was dressed like Ben Kenobi. He said that we must find the Enigma Guitar and he will teach me the way.
Beyond the Dune Sea, still searching for the Enigma Guitar, Orson and I were lured into the caves by beautiful dancing girls.
Beautiful dancing girls who then turned into giant spiders! We captured one, made her small and extracted her poison fang... In my dream.

10:51 AM Feb 9th
Last night, I sat in on 2nd guitar with vintage R.E.M. @ a club gig. We played the hits and encored w/ "Dream Police" by Cheap Trick. They did not know where to find the E-guitar.
Peter Buck told me that I should find the magic MONO mixer to mix the Earwig record.
I left to scour abandoned waterfront warehouses for the magic MONO mixer and a fabled magic talking Picasso painting entitled "The 4th Personality of Jim Morrison".
It’s a talking portrait of bare-chested Jim Morrison in a wedding dress. I found it, but talked all night to the wrong personality, did not locate Enigma Guitar.
But I learned many clues about it's location. There were also cute puppies...In my dream.

11:32 AM Feb 10th
Spent last night splicing in live human organs to fix my van so that I could get back to the studio to mix Earwig songs. Then I had bizarro holiday visits w/dead relatives. Took the night off from detective work and the search for Enigma Guitar.
President Obama was judging a skate-boarding contest. I entered and was catching super high air and flying around making surveillance maps of the area.
Still looking 4 the E-guitar. Obama was very worried I was going to crash land. Said he didn't want me to "make another mess for America".
And there was a flying squirrel who was helping me not get shot down by the Evil Joy Division/Cobra/Nazi dude's bass guitar blasts. They were trying to get me, in my dream.

To be continued...

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