Yesterday I wrote about a dream I had about Britt Daniel. That dream has messed me up bad. I can’t stop thinking about Britt Daniel now. I was listening to Spoon constantly as it was – now I am totally obsessed. All because of a dream.

Though I love music I have never been one to fantasize about musicians. Well that’s not exactly true – I do fantasize about Radiohead just happening to be staying at the same hotel as me, stuff like that. But I don’t have SEXUAL fantasies about musicians. I love Jeff Tweedy but the last thing I think about is sleeping with him (Glenn Kotche is so much hotter, anyway.) Then along comes this dream, which was not really about sex. It was more about love and comfort. Who knows what it all means.

I am kind of in love now. I wish I had known this in June, I would have had a whole different thing going on at that Spoon show at the Avalon. All because of a dream! If I had control over my dreams, I think I would dream about Britt Daniel every night for a while. He does all these crazy moans on the records. It’s driving me totally insane.

Oh well. A dream in sleep, a dream while awake.

Last night I was hanging out at the Vine and my brother called there (guess he knows how to find me these days.) There was a B52s show at Humphries and the bass player, Sara Lee, gave my brother passes. We met Sara Lee a couple of years ago, my brother fell in love with her, and she wanted to go out on a boat so he found a boat and took her out. (It was totally platonic – he loves her way too much to do anything stupid.) We partied with the band back then, so I was pretty excited to hear about the show and the after-party. I got in a cab and got down there pretty fast but only managed to see the last few songs. The place was full of drunk, aging yuppifieds dancing like maniacs. It’s always nice to go to a show where you are one of the youngest people there at the age of forty.

The B52s are so fun. It’s pretty hard not to get into “Rock Lobster” or “Love Shack.” These are American classics, and the band really gets into performing them, after all these years.

The after party was kind of boring. The last time, my friend Kim Martin was doing lights for the band so we went dancing with them after the after-stuff. But it was fun to talk, even briefly, to Kate Pierson and Keith Strickland. They are really, really nice, down to earth people. Some dude asked Keith Strickland “how long have you been with the band?” and I was like “DUDE. Since the beginning.” What a dork! But it is easy to make that mistake because Keith Strickland looks really young… he looks like my age, but he is twelve years older. If I was a gay man I’d be so in love with that guy.

So this whole time I am thinking about Britt Daniel. I am trying to figure out a way to talk to Kate Pierson or Sara Lee about my little dream problem. But of course I didn’t – there wasn’t time and I didn’t want my brother hearing what I had to say. Oh well.

One more thing and then I’ll shut up. Spoon has this song called “10:20 A.M.” I am pretty sure this is when I dreamed about Britt Daniel. Isn’t that weird?

10:20 A.M., 10:20 A.M.
When will I ever see you again.

Tonight, in my sleep. PLEASE?