LIKE A ROLLING STONE

Last night I had another in a series of dreams about music and rock stars.

I was onstage, replacing Mick Jagger in the Rolling Stones. There were thousands of fans screaming, Keith was over to my right, and the sky was blue. We sung a song, the microphone gave out, but I quickly swapped it for another. The song finished, the crowd cheered.

Keith came up to me and said,
“Let’s Play Under Cover of Night.”
“But I don’t know the words.”
“It’s easy, it goes na-na-la-la-Under Cover of Night. Got it?”
And started playing.

The dream ended.

Other rock star dreams:

1. I saw Jimi Hendrix play at Woodstock. From backstage. (I doubt the people that were actually there remember it.)

2. Tom Waits played a concert just for me at Hadrian’s Villa, Rome.

3. Bob Dylan and I dissed John Lennon to Yoko Ono’s face. (Apologies to John, but it was worth it.)

4. A few friends and I walked into a gig, and as we entered the promoter came up to us and said, “The bassist’s sick, can anyone play bass?” I hopped up on stage and improvised my way through the songs.

(The next day [when awake] a few friends and I went to an in-store performance in New Orleans. As we were walking in we overheard the singer talking to the storeowner say “We can’t start, we’re waiting for the bass player”. I paused, could it be true? One of the guys I’d come in with said, “I can play bass”. They turned him down.)