Thanks for Chicago Mr. James

I had a dream where I was at a party which was attended by an actress from Melrose Place, the son of Godlike Genius Scott Walker, and Jude Law among others. Jude was wearing a chicken wire fashioned into the shape of a quiff which he’d been given by Johnny Lee Miller. The mood of the party grew quite distressing when Scott Walker’s son was notified that his famous father had been found dead in a park.

In the bizarre twist of dream logic, the party was in the park and we’d been eating off of a table fashioned from cardboard boxes which covered Scott’s corpse. We pulled the boxes away and he seemed to have died dressed as a woman of an apparent make-up overdose. Foundation, rouge, lipstick and the like were scattered on the ground around his lifeless body.

I woke up distressed, still tired and really confused. I actually logged onto the computer to read about the details before I realized that it was just a dream.

It was Jeffrey “al-Jafar” Wach‘s last day at work. He, Patrick and I went to the secret lounge, watched the subway trains and looked at the city from the roof of the parking garage. After work, a group of us went to the Cat & Fiddle and now I’m dead tired.

P.S. If you like Pulp, Blur, Cousteau, Nick Cave, the Tindersticks, the Divine Comedy and yet have lived in ignorance of Scott Walker’s brilliance, you are sad and I feel sorry for you and your friends and loved ones.

Current Mood: sleepy

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