My buddy Eric plays bass in Big Smo, so excited for him. I’ve known him and his older brother Joe since we were kids. Check them out if you have a chance.
100 Riffs (A Brief History of Rock N’ Roll)
Dreams… I had a strange one last night. I was in my old apartment with a female friend but the blueprint of the place was flipped around. It didn’t make sense why she was visiting, using my place like it was a hotel or vacation spot away from her life. I showered, or maybe I was going to. I was leaving the bathroom to enter my bedroom to get something, clothes, sleep, I don’t know, but I was stopped by my friend. I peaked in as she told me her mom was sleeping. Why was she there too, and sleeping in my bed? When her mom woke up and was walking out of the room, my friend made me hide in my bathroom so she didn’t see me when she walked by. I hid but was confused as to why I would have to hide in my own place. Did her mom not know where she was staying? It didn’t add up. My friend comes in the bathroom when the coast is clear, in nothing but a towel that’s falling off, and shuts the door. Everything seemed so real, but I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. It felt like I was beyond intoxicated, entering into some sort of dementia, or coming out of one, and wondered how long this had been going on before I woke up slightly shook up and drenched in sweat.
Wanda Jackson - Hard Headed Woman (1958)