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Thoughts and Dreams of Aaron Schmidt

This is the online journal of Aaron Schmidt where he records his thoughts (when they seem relevant) and his dreams (when he can remember them).

22 March 2004 Peter Gabriel

Dream by Jason Kravitz

Peter Gabriel plays free concert at work or in some kind of non standarad venue. It starts quite dramatically with loud ominous music - it's actually supposed to be Genesis with Gabriel singing. They also mention some former singers in some retrospective before the show and say Anthony Michael Hall used to sing with them and some other people. I thought it was odd that I didn't remember Hall being an ex singer.

The show starts with this prehistoric looking drawbridge with spikes and stuff on it. Some guys come out - I think one might be Gabriel but realized they are dancers. They come over the top and peer around the edges and then hang off the bottom so their weight causes the drawbridge to fall down and Gabriel is on top.

He is singing and wearing while face makeup with black circle eyes. Kind of creepy. He has a hat at one point in the show - it is very uncrowded but there is a big open area between the stage and where people are standing (like typical uncrowded concert when people don't want to push up to the very front) Some girls come out - I think they are co-workers coming out to see what the noise is all about - like the show wasn't publicized at all... Gabriel throws his hat - it is a baseball cap that says "MOD" or something like that on the front. It lands near one of the new girls feet and I half want to grab it thinking she probably doesn't even want it but then she picks it up.

It was peculiar that the arrangements had lots of instruments and parts but Gabriel and dancers were the only people on stage I thought the band should be up there too.

The show just kind of ended - he maybe only played 5 songs or less...

afterward people were standing around. This short woman came out and was talking to people. She said something about how she is a great keyboard player and backup singer but was kind of sick. Gabriel came around and she called him honey or something that made me think they were together. She showed us some pamphlet "Searching for Heather GooXX??" whatever her name was and it was an article about how she was this underground keyboard player singer that went into obscurity for a while before joining with Gabriel.

I got up to the front of the stage and the short backup singer is talking to me and another guy. She says they are having a contest and there are certain rules but it is pretty easy. They are trying to come up with a new story or set for a future show in Pittsburgh or Philly. She shows us a pamphlet of the tour schedule.

She says there are a couple base rules like you can't yawn while talking about it and as she says this I feel a yawn come but I try to do it closed mouth to not arouse suspicion. I start thinking of my idea as the other guy is talking. You have to design a set around Horton from "Horton Hears a Who" I think Horton in the real story is an elephant but in the dream I'm thinking he is a puppet with a long neck and I imagine him stuck in a hole on a golf course (this is kind of like the movie Evolution which has funny monsters on a golf course and I watched it tonight)

Peter comes over as I begin to describe my idea. He seems kind of messed up - maybe on ecstasy or something and is eager to hear my idea. He says something about how it needs to be in post war 40's and I say it can be but the idea is timeless too - he likes that. I say "We are at a hoighty toighty rich country club... near the last hole, horton is stuck in the hole with his neck sticking out and there is a pizza in visual distance that he can't get to because he is stuck in the hole" I am thinking about how this is funny because of the way the country club people will react to the puppet. Peter seems to really like the idea and is sketching first on a palm pilot type device and then it is a piece of paper - like he is drawing a story board. At one point while the lady is saying something to the other guy I lean in and whisper to Peter... "Is your studio and rehersal like Willie Wonka's Chocolate Factory?" and leans in a whispers in my ear softly "It's better!"

He also says something weird about the promoter or manager and how Gabriel started the show late which is always trouble and then they had to get off early but then he said "But one of those statements is not true - can you guess which one? I should stop doing that" like he was fucking with me but not in a bad way - just an odd game...

I go on stage with him briefly to seal my idea and ask him to take my email address so that he can mail me if he uses the idea. He writes it on his sketch paper but his hands are a bit shaky (maybe from whatever drug he has done) and the "Z" in my name looks like a funny creature. I am kind of shaky too but the kind of shaky I get from being overly excited about a situation and idea - like nerves mixed with adrenaline. Some guy on the stage may have asked me if I am nervous and I say no but then realize I must be kind of shaky.

I get off the stage back to the crowd - the place has mostly cleared out and John Lindemann and Jimmy Sobeck and some others were waiting for me to get back. I try to play it off but think they probably saw me talking to him for a while and laughing and having fun. I felt honored.

Dream by Jason Kravitz

15 March 2004 Her little smile

She is sweet to me
She is the world to me
and she dances by my side.

When she smiles, her cute little smile,
I feel happy ... happy inside and I dance with her,
with her and her smile.

She kisses me in the morning so I know that I am loved.
She kisses me when she comes home and smiles her little smile,
and I am happy as she holds me close,
deep in love, holds me close,
and I am happy as she holds me close and smiles her little smile.

10 March 2004 Les Claypool

Are we real?
The pole hammers, no words describe
transformed molten,
transfixed lost,
here noises meet the human need.

The sea of the human face, red, low purple
played like if a drum.
How are we?
Who are we?
do the councils bend?
people answer beyond that which we are.

- ramblings from a Primus concert by Leslie Horacek then translated into French and back again