Music Festival Dream

I was talking to Steve Albini whilst we were walking around a room. I can’t remember why, but I was hassling him about something and he told me that a set of songs from one of his projects was the best music that project ever did. I said something like “Yeah, but [song name here] was also pretty good”. The song in question was from the same release as the songs Steve Albini thought were the best from that project, but I may have been thinking about a different song.

I said something about how I was playing later at the festival that was going to be happening in the room we were in and he said he’d catch my set. I don’t know why, but after we parted it made me a little nervous. It may be due to how my music can sound and also due to not having played a show in a while.

There were these giant rectangular pillars in the room. The room itself was massive but also small. I started going up the pillars as there were people up there as the place was filling up. A friend of mine was sitting down on one of the pillars so I greeted him.

“Hey J Dilla.”
“We’re not doing this. We’re not doing this right now.”
“Doing what?”
“We’re not doing this Heartbreak High thing.”
“Relax, it’s fine. You can call me Nujabes.”

There was some more conversation but I can’t remember what it was about. I had to go elsewhere and so I moved on across some other pillars and the place had quite a lot more people in it than before. I think I had to make my way to a stage, but before much of anything else happened I woke up.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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