Last night in my deep slumber I had a simple yet strange dream. In my dream I found myself in the year 1974 at the age I am now. All in all things weren’t too bad. Despite the fact that I had no internet or cable TV, I was able to function just fine. Can you believe that?
It wasn’t until I wanted to listen to some in dream tunes that I realized that there was a problem. Seeing how I was in 1974 my ipod was years away from even being a fathomable concept, I was at a loss. In my dream I began to lament the fact that it would be decades before I could listen to some of my favorite music that is just a few clicks away in my conscious world.
Radiohead, the Black Keys, Cee-lo Green, Jackie and the Treehorns, Adele (yes, I admit it. The sassy Brit has soul), and the like wouldn’t be recording for years to come. What could I do? Then it hit me. Being in 1974 didn’t mean I would have to suffer. Not in the least bit. In my dream I tried to remember who exactly would I want to listen to in 1974.