This is my perfect album. I was listening to this album when this album was generated to me. I love it when I'm sad. I love it when I'm mad. I love it when I'm glad I love it when I'm bad. From the cover to the last note this IA a perfect album. Ask Ronnie Van Zandt. He wore the shirt to this album all the time.
I had a cous8n from Germany that was in town to kill my uncle who was stationed in Germany. We were driving and hiding in my grandparents trailer where I found this cousins money and it was made up of rubber one dollar bills
No matter how hard I try I could never get into this band. Nice cover of Hard to Handle
Now this is how it's done. Tight. Short and sweet. Though the big band opening made me a little nervous for the opening song Let the Good Times Roll. Great album
I'm not a fan of Iron Maiden but I can recognize a perfect album when I hear it.
It was brilliant and funky. I see it in my store all the time and never realized the perfect album was there the whole time.
Essential country album. They don't make them like this anymore.
would have been an interesting time to be a Black Sabbath fan coming of age in 1972. Two years after the dark moody eponymous album Paranoid and Master of Reality. I wonder how I would have judged this album. They're still an album away from not being completely boring but it definitely starts here.
I wish I kept the track list near me when I was listening. This was a 50/50 album. Some tracks, particularly the bluesy punk ones, were amazing. A couple of tracks the guitar solos and Iggy's voice sounded as if they were doing two different songs. Not a bad album but not one I'll come back to like their first album.
Sounded like the only thing that mic'd was the piano but I can only imagine being in that audience. I'm sure some bands were started that night.
I love sonic youth and the tracks that hit on this album or any of their albums really smash. If they ever put out a greatest hits it would be an incredible album. But on any given album there is only so much feedback and other noises that one can take in 40 minutes and Sister goes over that limit
This is one of the most brilliant albums that I've heard and the first best album that has been recommended that I hadn't already heard
Classic
Th8s album is amazing. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds are a band that I've always meant to check out. I always kept getting him mixed up with other artist. This album really fit the mood of this particular fall night, definitely a night I won't forget considering the ramifications of it being the night my country gave into fascism. So far the best album this app has recommended.
A good album and on a different day it may have been a better album.
This was a really cool album.
Cool album
I should hate this album. Kid Rock is alloathsome character. The album is juvenile and even for the time the rhyming is a notch better than a 1990s TV show special trying to be urban to get the drugs are bad message across but it somehow works.
One of the greatest rock albums of all times. They travel through all genres of music with the heavy rock sounds of the 70s. Eric Clapton's best album.
It wasn't the album I wanted and ended up being the one I needed. I get it now.
It's a rock n roll album...not bad not great.
This is an album that I've heard about for years on various greatest albums of all time tv shows or in silent conversations in whole in the wall bars. Hipsters and Glam Punk C grade college students and I finally listened to it. I don't think I like punk, proto punk, emo punk, glam punk or any punk except Nirvana or Green Day if you want to call them punk. The Clash. But this just didn't do anything for me.
One of the all time greats
This is an album I know I should like and it opens strong but then devolves into a noise that I guess they like so much it would continue into their next album. Who am I to second guess Thom York and zjohnny Greenwood.
I'm not a fan of Iron Maiden but I can recognize a perfect album when I hear it.
Great album. I'd like to think Ray was like I'm going to take these white boys music, make it better and get paid. The only thing that kept this from five stars for me is that it was too long. I don't know why that is a thing with me. Some albums are as long as they need to be and others just a song or two too much. Either way I hope Ray got paid and he did arrange these songs exceptionally well.
A very 80s album for sure. I was excited to hear this album. I wasn't familiar with the band and it looked interesting. The 1001 generater finally challenged me. I was in with the first couple song but by the 3rd and fourth it all sounded the same. The Velvet Underground cover was interesting and would sound good on a mix tape but other than that nothing stood out to me. Hard pass.
Eh. It wasn't bad and started strong and interesting but just fell flat after a few songs.
Ugh...that's what I thought when this album popped up. I've heard it before and yeah the singles are catchy, whatever. Just some Beatles wannabes that started the beginning of the end of the 90s. Plus the albums that are chosen for me on Thursdays are the albums I really get to sit back and truly listen to and to see that this special day was going to Oasis? Come the Frick on. I never listened to the album before though. I didn't come out the other end an Oasis fan but for the first time I got what Britpop was and I kinda liked it. When I first heard Wonderwall it was on MTV and yeah it was catchy but the video screamed The Beatles and I didn't want nor doea one need another Beatles. Take those images away and you hear all of 63-65 British rock with a heavy 90s song writing style and it is really good. I might not go back to it and as I said I didn't come out the other end a fan but I did get to listen to a really good album.
Come on...it's Parliamont Mothership Connection. Chef's kiss.
I had a migraine when I started this album. It didn't help. It immediately starts off like you dropped the needle in the middle of Coltrane's Om and stays that way for the first two song before going into this Zappa/Yes phase and it works. It's good. Something that I may come back to when I'm sans headache.
Eh...there's a big difference between solo Morrissey and The Smiths. Maybe it just this album but eh
An imperfect band that made a perfect album
This was fun. I work in a record/comi book/ video store. Lately we've been dead. Just 5 or 6 people a day. So I've been listening to these albums there. Just me and the music. Last night it was just me and I was playing this album. Anytime a customer came in (just 2) they walked into the building with no people and couldn't see me with this playing over the speakers. The uncomfortable looks on their faces was priceless.
Nick Drake is another artist that I've confused With Nick Cave Tim Buckley Jeff Buckley Grant Lee Buffalo and maybe some others in a group of male singer songwriters even though none are the same. In fact I spent a good 20 minutes cursing Amazon for not having Nick Cave's Pink Moon before it was pointed out to me that it was Nick Drake. So this was my first knowingly listening to Drake. Though having listened to so many Wes Anderson soundtracks that I've felt like his sound is very much of the Anderson genre. I'm a fan though and I liked the album. And being only 28 minutes I was able to listen through a couple of times. The 2nd time most of the songs sounded the same but it's certainly an album that I'd add to my vinyl collection.
This was not a hit with my girlfriend on Thanksgiving. Oh well. Love the gf love Slayer and only one of them will break up with me.
This album no matter which way one looks at it is a solid 5 star. Every song golden. Just one thing. The Weight would have made more sense as the last song, not in the middle.
An album I've grown my horizons for having listened and one in the chamber if I ever make that movie. The drumming is sick.
Cool album
This wasn't bad it wasn't great it but it was kind of cool bc it was soooo 1990s. In a total fun way. I'm not good with all the different genres of the 90s. It sound Hardcore Lite, Post Punk Lite Pop. And for 30 some minutes alone in the store it was fun to have that 90s sound jamming loudly through the building
Classic hop hop album that would pave the way to De LA Soul and Tribe Called Quest. All knowledge zero 'My name is...and I'm here to say" it's awesome to see hip hop heading back in this direction.
Pretty cool album. One of those that you've heard the songs on the radio or TV show 20 years ago. While not spectacular this would be nice to have on vinyl
This is my perfect album. I was listening to this album when this album was generated to me. I love it when I'm sad. I love it when I'm mad. I love it when I'm glad I love it when I'm bad. From the cover to the last note this IA a perfect album. Ask Ronnie Van Zandt. He wore the shirt to this album all the time.
Lovely album
It took me a long time to understand Bruce Springsteen. Once you do though...you know you're struggling...butnyou also know there's still life and fun and meaning in the struggle.
Solid first solo post Beatles. Probably my favorite of the first 4 first from the fab 4.
Not exactly my thing...love the Run the Jewels song and the Zach Del Rocha but alas non of that was on this album. Okay this is the album...I like it enough that I'd play it through the loud speakers to piss the old ladies off but would thoroughly enjoy it myself.
Now this is how it's done. Tight. Short and sweet. Though the big band opening made me a little nervous for the opening song Let the Good Times Roll. Great album
What can I say about the greatest official live album
Perfect album. This is a great start your day album
A great album to listen to when a day is going great...kind of ironic for a rock blues band.
Yup
Hometown hero here. Some of the best lyrics in country rock.
Oh man. This is a good one. My co worker has been trying get me to listen to for a bit but it took a generator to get there. Perfect day too. An unseasonably warm and extremely stormy December day. It was so good. So good.
Pre disco do you think I'm sexy Rod Stewart is awesome. It rocks and it pops.
I know a lot of people who like this. I'm not one of them but to be fair I'm not sure I was able to listen to this in its true form.
It was like being in a pretentious indie film. Pretty cool
The Talking Heads have never made a less than 5 star album. If the highest rating was 3 stars then you borrow the next 2 stars from the following album. Unless that album is Pet Sounds.
I was not expecting to like this album but it was actually really good. Unfortunately it's also Rolling Stones circa Sticky Fingers Let it Bleed. I'm not sure which came first but still.
Solid 80s album. Though through several songs it sounded like they were about to break into their lightening in a bottle It's My Life. Like the song Living in Another World. That and the first but most all. I recommend listening to this albumnwhen you first wake up or about to go to bed.
I'm a huge David Bowie fan and I like this album enough to give it 4 stars but it's not one I can play randomly for enjoyment. It is one of his better later albums. If I'm not mistaken his 2nd to last. Between Let's Dance his career was certainly one of peaks and valleys and sometimes nothingness. This is truly an album everyone should listen to once but it's not doe everyone and any fan short of gate keeping would not recommend this to a newbie. That all I have to say so that's that.
I know this is a beloved album but I just can't get into it, just not my bag. I can respect that it's only 3 guys making that monster noise.
I'm not a fan of Christmas music. The crooners bleh. The modern rock stars no thank you. Contemporary adult no way. But Phil Spector he made something special here with the motown sound. Yeah this one is perfektenschlaug.
Elevator music with a snap.
The best worst recorded album ever
This is a lovely album
Jeff Beck! Woo!
Took me back to my late teens early 20s. Great singles
Nope. Not for me
Sometimes in music a group of people will get together 3just make pure music Magik. That's this album. Everything in its right place from first note to last. I think it'd be closer to the top 5 greatest albu s of all time if those things weren't popularity poles.
Good stuff. Don't ignore the jazz
This is just a known masterpiece. No one noodles like Adrien.
One of my all time faves
Not the sound I was expecting. I would have been interested in that sound too. That's on me.
Another surprise
Respect the game just not my sport
One of the best albums ever recorded.
Ugh. I don't want to type this all over. Dino jr best and und r rated. Bug good
Perfect album
Meh
Didn't hear what all the fuss was about
No matter how hard I try I could never get into this band. Nice cover of Hard to Handle
It queen night at the opera. Not one bad song. They made a movie
Was familiar never heard now I have not too bad
Why do people keep asking ne to listen to this? No thanks
It's like kerplunk before dookie except twenty years before that
Another surprise.
I didn't like it but I didn't hate it. ,albeit I even grew as a person for having listened to it.
Not my favorite Isley Bros album but pretty damng good
Chef's kiss
Absolutely beautiful
As a teenager at the geight of grunge and nothing was cool with my male friends I put on this album at a party full of girls who did have wider taste of music to show them how sophisticated at love I really was, am and always will be even though I'd never listen to the album before. It was my ears that lost their virginity that night.
One of his best. Though better on a gloomy day
I can't sleep and the streaming service I'm using keeps pausing commercials every time it switches to the next episode
The moon mocks me
I was in collage again and rooming with people I haven't seen in decades I think a couple are dead now. I was trying to separate playing cards from gaming cards that were for a class. I was also try I ng to remember, y schedule and where my classes were. Next to me was a bag of Wendy's and the fries were cold but the burger was warm. I took a bite of the burger and asked if someone brought this bag of food this morning but I felt it was impossible because everyone was asleep just ,omens ago. A girl who I knew but don't remember says I wouldn't eat that.
So I was in an Oldsmobile with my friend, a guy you just don't associate with dating and we were with this woman, I don't know who, I couldn't see her face and she kept putting me down, but not in a mean way, bc she was totally into my friend. I would be talking to her and I'd get stuck in these traps. Like old-school Wonder Woman bandage type traps. Idk how I escaped but u did and we were at a restaurant that had live snakes dine with us and I kept looking out to make sure these snakes wouldn't eat my cats. The servers would feed the snakes mice and I was slightly repulsed so I we t outside and was trapped in the ocean.
I was reacquainted with a old friend Andy. He did a tv show based on me that the pilot got picked up and another friend did a painting of me sold for 12 million...then, I believe it may have been my sister, wanted me to ride with her in a go cart driven by a very flamboyant man dressed in a grocers uniform. I didn't want to ride in the go cart. I was insisting I walk. We weren't dropping off groceries though. It was two bags of chopped up bodies, to believe or not, Tony Soprano. Junior was there and some version of AJ. There was a lot of discussion on what to do with them because one was a friend. The flamboyant grocer was definitely the killer and Tony was mad bc he killed the friend. That's all I remember.
I don't remember
Two childhood friends of mine are living in my childhood neighborhood with mattresses for houses. We are in trouble for having pills. Soon I'm being hunted by this guy who is supposed to be my girlfriend's ex husband and his mother neither of whom I recognize. It's starting to fade but they used basically toy robots to chase me down but I tricked them. I end up in an apartment where I've been in contact with another friend who's always been kind of a bully. He was after. Land deeds that were recipes named for songs and could be sliced like cake
I was at the library shopping for video games. Wu-Tang and Final Fantasy X. Then outside of the mall A woman who was not my mom and a little girl who was not my sister found an injured bird and picked it up to help it and as they went inside a jingle making fun of them started playing over the outside loud speakers. It infuriated me so I went into the mall and demanded to speak to the mall principal, Nick Lowe, the last thing I remember was telling my two bothers, who aren't my brothers, about what I did and passive aggressively blamed them.
I was using my ex mother n laws job, pretending to be an old neighbor of mine to get my daughter free day care...though in the dream sh was still 26. Even though I look nothing like this neighbor, I believe his name is Isaac, everyone was treating me like him. His job had to do with a complex board game that, at least in my dreams, I was familiar with. I guess it was a cross between the pc game civilization and a combination of the board games Risk and axis and allies. I went to pick my daughter up and inside this place was fantastic food. I started scheming ways with my daughter to spend more time with my daughter that turned into getting free food from this place. Everything was based on music somehow.
Wasn't expecting that. Wow. From what I remember I was part of a traveling family that mowed lawns. Other than my sister they weren't really my family. The lawns we did were based on comic book artists an h.r. Geiger. One house asked if I'd run to new york for them and when I told them no they started yelling at me. The other a kid in very 80s prep garb told me he'd give me 40$ and handed me a red bill. Then immediately called someone and started making fun of me for taking a fake $40 bill. I swung something at him hitting him on the side of the head. The group convened and decided to move along. As we started to walk across the street a voice from somewhere started talking about how the kid was friendly with some cops and I imagined it was by his bus stop
I was in a more modern earth based Star Wars battle and I was the perceived bad guy. I kept switching between young man to adult. Somewhere di osaurs were involved and I took cover with a man who wa tedto trade books. Things became too much about how fleeting life is when thinking about how on this planet goats lived to be 500
Owasso following my kids around who were sometimes my cats. The spiders were afraid of the cats. And someone almost drowned in this all young adult dormitory. There was no initiation it was a school. But there was a teacher. She was a very large woman. She was giving us all various exotic foods. Buttering us up really bc then we went to her garage. Eric and Joe were there through most of it. Joe was being an asshole. The food turned into drugs and it was over when this native man grew more and more violent and then struck me.
I was traveling down a road in between ice walls with a childhood bully. We were looking for something in a town ,Ike Gatlinburg. I was in a comic shop with a friend Brendon. It was being ran by a guy who wasn't paying attention. He was familiar. I was being rushed. On his newsstand he had a bunch of comics that were black bagged but all of them were open and damaged. It was annoying. My dad picked me an a guy who looked a lot like Dennis Klebold but I don't believe it was him just looked like him up. We needed to go to bed. I laid there not feeling sleepy because I'd just shotgunned a bunch of coffee when suddenly y blankets were being pulled off the bed. I tried to reason it first but then the blankets were being g pulled harder and faster.i rant to my parents room. I could see my room from theirs and while I was explaining I saw my new ,intense. Of course it was him. I saw my cat soda pop too and wondered why she didn't sleep in bed with me anymore but she's been dead for a long time. The DK looking guy woke up and started eating peanut butter crackers. The smell was strong and woke me up.
I never understand the big fuss. It's not bad but it's not ...I don't get the fuss
The comic book was hunting me I think
I was living out some dystopia life with Ashton Kutcher and Ron Swanson. Spending a lot of time on a broken toilet in a what seem to be a park bathroom
I was being chased by friends I haven't seen in so long I don't know if we could be considered friends anymore. One, John T. rried to give me a torn up jersey. The rest fades. It's reoccurring.
I was at a strip mall parking lot holding two birds trying to keeps them from flying into helicopter blades. My bully was back (V) he keeps showing up but that was 30 years ago. He wants me to price comics for him. One of the birds gets loose and flies right into the helicopter blades. In this parking lot is a one room house. A lot of my old friends are there. Amorphous versions of them. The only one I recognized was Jeremy K. Things I don't remember happened. I did end up in bed with a slightly heavy girl with long dark hair and a voice like Shirley Temple. She was a bit dim. Her breast was in my hand but I wasn't trying to really do anything with her (the Miller H.) She pulled a Swiss army knife out of my pants showing me she was willing to cut my...off if I had tried anything. Then the whole thing turned into my mother's funeral. She wasn't dead yet though. The building was dimly lit. A place I've been but don't remember. Her family was there as well as a Subway Sandwich type thing. My mind kept going back to the birds. My cousin was next to me and my uncle came up and told him he had to be the one to keep it together. Uncle walked off and issued him 'did he have to be the one to keep it together? What I was really asking was his family really so perfect. He said no and started to spill the tea. My mom walked up and said this is the music that should be playing. It was a tin boxed set of Neil Diamond. Inside though was one double cd. There were 3 more spots for more double cds but they were filled with plastic toy parts, broken off candles. She said her favorite Neil Diamond song but I don't remember. Everything was going wrong. The girl that talked liked Shirley Temple was standing and staring at.me with empty eyes and I noticed a painting then my cousin held me as I started crying that my mother was going to die.
I was on a sports team. It wasn't a specific sport but there was a uniform. I started in the basement and made my way through a dungeon of a house guided by my sister running into different guys I knew throughout my life all wearing the same uniform as more. We were all trying to get to the game but there was always an excuse not to leave. And though trying to leave was the bulk of the situation I can't really recall any of them. They were too abstracts.
I was living in the hair salon part of a very small shopping center. The place had a lot a December vibes. So much was changing so all I remember is someone, my girlfriends boss I believe, really wanted be to make steam, there was an issue over some chapstick and a round room that everyone seem to be impressed by. I think Roger Ebert was there
I lived on an island where owning first appearances was currency. It appeared my son was doing the best and loved very well
It was a small town. Houses were close together and rusty. Bears were after us. That memory is starting to fade. Two things stick with me. Maybe 3. It was an eventful night. First there was myself and others being taken by a cult. It was led my a faceless man and his followers were all women. None of them wore clothes and they all had long hair with frizzy tight curls. They dropped me in a lake with intentions of killing me but I made it out and home. Now I don't know if it was the same man but I was being hunted by a Michael Myers type serial killer without the get up. He made his way into the house and I hid under the bed. I was still caught and taken to someplace but I made an escape. I ended up in a boys girls house. The girls were all pretty and the boys were from my past. I spent a lot of time with the girls but in that quiet boy I don't want anything from you but I want you to be interested way. It was hard to tell. A lot happened but the memory is fading. The last thing to happen is we all were sent out and we found a truck full of weed. I ran off with a sample as another truck came down the road for the truck full of weed. That's the last thing to happen.
It's fragmented but I had a cabin in the woods and people I haven't seen in years were welcoming me back. Jennifer P and I walked and drove through the snow to get to the cabin and sometimes Ted Danson was with us. Eventually we made it to the cabin and it was full of food that had gone stale. There was a feeling that I had suddenly abandoned it but I was back. Eventually more people from my childhood showed up. The name I remember are David D, Christian D, Lucas and many others whose names I lost through time. A decent amount of time was spent looking for a cat I had left there and a book I had written. It just occurred to me the book I wrote was a rewritten version of the Bible. That's why Ted Danson was there. Jennifer forgave me for something, she said then, I don't remember now. It ended with us all playing football and on the last play instead of hiking the ball I ran with it. Everyone started piling on but I broke free and started running with it. When I noticed no one was chasing me I stopped and they were all just staring at me. Like 50 ghosts from the past all looking at me confused. David walks out from them and says "We go east and you're going South." Then someone else walks me out from the front of the cabin and the whole time we were actually in my backyard. They walk me between my house and there is this naked girl with Diamond shaped tattoos all over her and they tell me no one will forget me because someone drew a map while pointing at the girl now standing in front of a large tree stump. We go in closer and I could see all the childishly drawn tattoos on her and one had a face. I hear construction and see a family working on the house across the street. It looked like it was sitting on a cloud. David and Jennifer whispered in my ear as I stared at the new family
Very fragmented. Old friends and faces I don't recognize. I peed in someone's closet. I was told to leave but not for that. As I was walking home walked down some railroad tracks. Three kids were following me and I thought eventually they'd jump me but they didn't. Eventually the four of us walked up to a line of railway workers and the three kids started selling them something and agreeing this was an untapped market. I turn a corner and I'm in another closet and start peeing. Everything is fading fast. It was basically old friends finding new friends and the new friends seemed like great a goofy guys but they didn't like me. And it was mainly that in odd scenarios. One in an apartment. One where I worked at a deli.
It was strange. Split screen with it being a cafeteria brightly lit with my son on one side and the other dark living room with my sister on the other. My son was on a phone talking to his girlfriend while playing video game while I was arguing with my sister on the other. She walked briskly around the split screen to grab a backpack with a note that I vehemently did not want her to have. I chased her down the street and grabbed her and we were in the brightly lit cafeteria. I retrieved the note and she angrily went to the other side of the split screen
It was a large record show ,it like a nightclub. A lot of people I knew throughout my life was there. I tried to hide from them though one person did know I was there. I followed him. We were both wearing big brown heavy jackets and I'd sink my face into mine so he couldn't see me. There was also places to feed your pigs. Earlier in the night I had moved to London and this nightclub record show might ve taken place there.
Bill Wingman wrote a book about Catwoman. I opened the store on a day it was closed, then hire a bunch of hot black girls that I'm charming constantly to sell my own personal stuff. Even though he thinks it's a bad idea my best friend since 5th grade is there helping. I send the girls home. I notice a man slip a Playstation 4 game in the mail slot. Casey calls it quits while I'm trying to figure out how to play this double layer Tool album that I think he brought. I walk outside and I meet this older woman in sandles. She tells me what agency she's from but I don't remember. She's polite but seems to be fishing for something and hints I've done something wrong. The next day or later the managers get involved but they don't know it was me. Then over and over in my head I hear Bill Wingman wrote a book on Catwoman
I was being yelled out by Elon Musk. He was wearing old lady clothes that were all green. I tried to retort but couldn't breathe
Having sex with my girlfriend between two pipes out in a shed. The rest was just words jumbled up
A bunch of new kids moved to town through some gas station they were a part of. One was a tattoo artist and was giving away tattoo. I went with a guy I didn't really like but he set the whole thing up. He got his tattoo .I didn't. We ended up onbsoje adventure that ibdont remember at all but ended up at Lee's old house. It was full of 90s teens, mostly skaters. They all seemed really cool but the only conversation I Remer was me telling them wait until they meet Scott and Christian which most had already. I was still waiting for my tattoo trying to decide what to get. Most of the ideas I had were the words I will survive with different tv anti heroes faces above it. I finally decide on skull face but it's too late
I lived in a hospital that had many strange paths ro get to different areas.such as walking on logs with small ponds on either side. On one of these particular paths I learned that both my girlfriend and another girl were pregnant. This soon became the theme a d not so much living in the hospital though that was still a small thing. Things were now scenes of me talking to old friends while they were doing bizarre thing. Aaron and him playing some strange drawing game. I talked to him about the situation. Then David, who had a tattoo for me to examine. Things eventually settled to my parents who were both younger than me sometimes and in some instances not my parents wanted to hire another girl who cleaned for them it what seemed like a cheap motel to sleep with me. I pet her dog but that was it.
My family and I were on vacation. My mom and I went to this restaurant that had these huge plates of food but everything it was my turn they'd be out of food. They had a jukebox and the volume could be turned up so loud it could be heard from across town, which I did and it made people mad. I walked down a long stretch of road listening to the music. There was a brief thing with my mother but I don't remember. My sister and I kept walking until I met up with Eric and then we met up with Dennis and Bethany. There were hugs bc I have not seen them in a long time and everything seemed tender. I wish I could remember the words. I was offering to buy their house but I was still trying to keep them close There was some weird shiy peppered in throughout with my family and babies and pets. Too hard to describe.
It was uncomfortable and broken into many insignificant parts. One my cat or a cat rather, had a snake wrapped around it and I was too terrified to get it off. Then it turned into a quest to find the movie I was watching. The main character being Flat Top from Dick Tracy, William Forsythe. Then an ex of mine kidnaps my kids leading me on a chase all over the city to different girls I've known all who were, in this situation, lesbians. One in particular was watching the movie I was looking for.
I was ar a school dance ran by a very tall man. Getting shoes for the dance was the same as exchanging for ice skates. Peter Dinklage was with us and a part of a band that was playing the dance. The rest is fading. There is a brief memory of meeting g Christain and David at David's cabin. It seemed to also belong to my parents
I had a cous8n from Germany that was in town to kill my uncle who was stationed in Germany. We were driving and hiding in my grandparents trailer where I found this cousins money and it was made up of rubber one dollar bills
I was in this big warehouse with my extended family. Everyone of us were kids again. My oldest uncle's daughters were being mean to me at first but they thought I was...something...I don't quite know. We were all waiting in line at this dormitory or camp like showers and however they felt about me they quickly. The second oldest cousin disrobbed and laid herself in my arm. Once there she no longer looked lie my cousin. No one looked how they really do. She laid in my arms for awhile saying something I didn't understand. Then ran off to the showers. I found myself at a row of bunk beds and an old friend of mine who keeps reappearing asked me if he wanted me to start a game. I missed him so much.
I went to Louisville to visit my best friend growing up. He doesn't live in Louisville nor does he ever or even ties to the city but in this situation he was living in z Louisville. I called a couple of people I knew from there from a long time ago. 20 years since I last seen them. But I got their answering machine. I get to the friend's house. The one who has zero ties to the city and he's drunk. Then we're at a Chinese restaurant but we are eating breakfast. He keeps drunkenly saying things to me and now across from us is a completely different friend that I know from another part of my life but they kind of know each other now. They are not friends. The three of us are sitting in a living room at this strange apartment complex. Strange to me but apparently it's where the first person lives. I'm trying to fall asleep in a recliner but he still keeps drunkenly make fun of me. I get up and pay for the food a d leave the apartment. It's a big complex and the couple I tried calling live right down at the end of the complex but on the way I drive and then walk. They are still not answering my calls or answer when I knock. Then briefly we are all in a car then I'm at the front door again and I let myself in. I try to fall asleep on their couch but it feels like I'm pressing my heels in concrete. Then they show up. Then my old friend shows up with the different friend. I'm still partially trying to sleep. They do mention how I got in but they mostly seem bothered by something else. The old friend says he was going to pay for the food but I had already paid. Now I'm on a recliner. The wife is gone. The husband seems distant then somehow. Maybe someone voiced it that the couple lost the baby and I tell them they'll have one eventually but this comment seems to bother them. We are all standing outside around the complex's pool. My heels still feel like they are being pressed in concrete. The husband mentions he's a doctor now and pulls out a zamboni with a bowl at the end of it packed with mud. They all hit it but I don't. The husband starts to walk on the pool which is now frozen. Then I'm next to him on a couch and he starts crying and tells me that their baby girl was dragged 2 miles before they noticed her car seat had fallen out but still connected to the car seat. We are now outside by a garage. I apologize for making the comment earlier about how they will some day have a baby. He said they were charging them with murder then he hit a much smaller bowl. He was wearing a nice smoking jacket. I asked how many years he was facing and he shook his head and said $63.
I was in a contest but I was in a house for so long choking and unable to wallow I forgot what the contest was for and all the other events that had taken place before. I was trying to swallow my medicine but it wouldn't go down so I stuck my finger deep in my throat and scraped it out. I walked into a room t9 get the guy who I was waiting on to call my turn and the room was a resteraunt.. like in a food court but just one resteraunt. There was a glass door that led to another city. I still felt like I was choking when the host finally, who seemed to be ignoring me, asked what he could do for me. I told him I felt like I was choking and having trouble breathing. He looked down my throat and started laughing. I noticed he looked a lot like the comic book artist Erik Larson. He asked me if I ever got beer nuts stwisted in my throat. I said no. Then screamed wake up.
I was trapped again in a very old relationship. Again I was with a friend and she kept calling until I came home. She displayed instant violence and hostility. Both physical and verbal. I wanted to see the kids. They were still young. Sometimes in their rooms, sometimes in stra ge places around the house. One side was a construction site the other an ocean with the military operation happening. They were storming some beach anyway. Back in the house I was looking for both the kids and her boyfriend. Why was he not there anymore and where were the kids? Something about me was written on the wall but I couldn't read anything but the number 25th. I was not wanted there but was expected to be there.
I was living in Louisville. A whole thing happened but it vanished into the ether. Then this guy I knew from school came to me and said my mother sent him and she wanted me to come live with them. Them being my mom, dad, sister nice and nephew and a whole other cast of people from my past life. Steve brought me to this vast farm and when I say vast I mean big. So big that some areas were x9vered in snow while some where desert but mostly it was a wet, chilly wooded area. There were lots of shacks and train cars. Some abandoned same with a relative living there but the whole thing was ran by my mother. My dad was there and he was being his bossy angry self but my mother was in charge. They made money selling weed and implications of other things. Steve being my guide sand sometimes my sister. They morphed throughout. All their accents had changed too. They all talked like Boomhauer but in a human way. It was made clear to me it was very important to my mom that I come live there but I needed $560. I thought that was odd and infuriating plus I didn't have it. So I trekked across this wet cold forested area on dirt trails that were so wet my feet would sink. Sometimes I got lost. Once in the distance I saw a huge convenient store, the kind you only see when your on vacation in the middle of nowhere. I made it to my mom's shack. She was busy running something, things, kind of ignoring me my youngest nephew and dad was with her. Dad was being aggravating. I told her that I didn't have 560$ and the whole thing felt like a trap. I feel like some other lies were involved, like I was hiding something. She sat down in front of me and I started to talk to her but she kept nodding off like she was high on heroin. She was almost seemingly ignoring me finally she noded forward I told her I didn't have the money and she hugged me in the best hug. You could feel the love of mom and it lasted a long time. I looked around and we were on a blue sowing machine and the room itself was blue once but the paint chips were coming off. I just closed my eyes hugging my mom. I could feel how much we had missed each other. When I opened my eyes I was hugging myself on my couch.
I was in a house. It was a combination of many housew I've been throughout my life. The house was filled with people I used to know. I didn't feel close to any of the in fact I felt like an outsider. I was looking for my medicine my guitar and a cd I made. A friend Eric appeared with what was supposed to be the cd but it was more like puddy. Every room I went in someone cleaned it, that's what my brain told me or maybe someone narrated to me, but it was actually a different room. I never found what I was looking for
I was on the road where I picked up this girl. I'm sure many things happened in between but what I vaguely remember was getting a motel room not far from home town. Like maybe a county or two over. Hour two tops. She would be someone I recognized sometimes a whole new person but no one I could love until I trusted. I got the sense I was being followed . By who idk. Someone from her past, law enforcement maybe. Very The Trial feel. I called my mom who asked me with no emotion if she was the one and I told her what I just told you. The motel was a mess. Maybe she sensed it already but she looked unhappy then she was gone. I spent a long time cleaning up that motel room and all the while telling myself not to forget something. When I left I was definitely forgetting something and I was definitely being followed. One car starts up when I pull out of the parking lot. A guy on a bicycle is behind me. I drive and drive. I'm worried about gas. I feel the tank is full but I have no money. I pull into a convenient store. Everyone looks at me suspicious. Though I don't see anyone but tye guy on the bike is close. I realize I left everything at the motel. I turn around. The weather looks like it does in the late afternoon before or after heavy rain in a wooded area. I drive up and down hills when I noticed a teenage mullet head kid playing basketball on stilts with Thors hammer. At first I'm afraid he's going to bully me but he apologizes for being in my way. I finally make it back to the motel and the guy on the bike catches up with me. Cop aviators, cop mustache nut with a mullet and dirty gray tank top. I walk up to him, afraid. He has a basket on the front of his bike full of puppies
Jason S and I walked into what looked like a really nice home but turned out to his mother's Cafe. He poured some coffee out of a silver cup put it on a tray and passed it to me. I poured myself a cup and it spilled everywhere but in the cup. He didn't say I did anything wrong but the vibe was I did something wrong. I was trying to spot wash the coffee when he pulled me aside to sit on the couch with him. It was as though the couch was getting smaller bc (all white couch) He kept getting pushed closer., but now there were 3 of us on the couch the 3rd being Anna who sometimes turned into Aliena. Jason patted me on the back and walked off with some mystery girl. She was wearing a long black silk night gown. We started when she started crying. I felt very uncomfortable and asked her should I stop. She said no this is what she does. We moved to a more bed like pull out couch and started again. Again she started crying and when I looked down it looked like pee everywhere. I stopped, she was crying, I said this feels weird and when I looked down at the bed there was egg yolks everywhere. I was afraid Jason would be mad so I went to another room and it looked at first like Eric was giving Jeremy a back massage. I kept making faces at him to get him to come and help me when I realized it was Eric getting the massage by some young blonde. Jeremy was just sitting in front of him. Weall looked like we did 30 years ago. I went into the room to apologize and it was full of people. Young people. I heard my daughter introduce me to someone but I couldn't see my daughter. I didn't recognize anyone and what was once Jason's moms quaint house like Cafe was a big party. I went to Eric to apologize. Then everyone was gone. Just Eric Jeremy and Jason and the few girls that started that my mind has already erased. I made a mess I said.
My aunt passed away several years ago but tonight I was driving in a car with her. The car had no headlights so it was very dark outside. She was trying to find a spot to smoke a joint. I don't smoke so I was a bit annoyed with a little anxiety and a lot of fear of dying in this see of blackness. She pulls into a state park parking lot and there are a whole lot of police and they, no matter how hard she pretended her car had no lights, stopped her. They could smell the smoke and pulled her out. I guess I was trying to hide in the back seat I was both afraid and annoyed. They questioned me and let me go but I had to walk home. I noticed that there were mall doors in the woods and lots of people coming in and out so I figured it was a safe way to get to my sister's house. I go in and it's a vast cave that's part forest part building. I'm immediately lost. I find one door and it's full kids in their late teens to late twenties. They're dressed like all types of people that were in their 20s during the late 2000s to 2010s. Hipsters, people that looked like, I'm not sure what one would call them but their style was heavily influenced by the way kids looked at grateful dead shows in the early mid 90s but they weren't. I would go through another door and it was a cave of more of them and some try to engage but I walk past, I just want to get home. I open several doors like that until I get to a hospital lobby. There's a few actual nurses and attendees standing around. I can still see from the walls it's still a cave. This time there is an exit but it's the wrong one so I go through another door and it's part cave part forest part food court but everyone looks like the people from the other area. Some I knew, I think. You know one of those part people you know that are also people you've never seen. I go through another door and it's a triage with people in sleeping bags. Another door and it's full of nurses dressed like they do in older movies. All white with hats. One looked familiar and I leaned in to getva closer look and it is my ex-wife. I see that she sees me but I try to walk by as though I don't see her. She starts to walk alongside me and says "Don't say anything to me here" and I tell her I wasn't and go through another door that's still not the way out. More doors that lead to part cave part forest part general buildings. Finally I go through one and it's a mall. I walk through the sea of people and they get fewer and fewer as I go when I spot 3 people I knew. Aaron, David and Christian. Friends of mine from the 90s. They were the only people that looked grown up. At first I was hesitant to walk up. They were with this pretty girl I'd never seen before but that kinda gells with them. David had this annoyed look on his face though I think it's the face he makes when he's nervous. Aaron was invested in the girl but they were definitely enjoying being together. I walked up to them and told them I couldn't find a way out. They said they were going to eat and I could come. I somehow knew I had $61 so I said sure. Christian looked really happy and asked me how the Dictator was going. I thought he was talking about the Charlie Chaplin movie but then he chimes in " the dictator, your book? How's it going?" I was never writing a book called the dictator and Christian was always getting these things wrong but he always seemed genuinely interested in my writing. I told him I don't write anymore. I was still hesitant to go with them because I would be this fourth guy with this girl but I was just wanting to get out of this cave forest building, I had zero interest in the girl. We get into a car, part Toyota part Limo and I had this feeling we were going to Subway. They were all laughing then stopped laughing very quickly. Aaron was older and he had a combover. David looked exactly the same and Christian not much different but still aged. Greasy shoulder length hair combed back. I was happy to see them and didn't feel out of place. Everything moved in slow motion. Sometimes there faces were close to mine sometimes I could see them from the distance. The vibe was that I was welcomed and out of the cave.
It was another version of my life. If I had paid attention to this inkown girl how different my life would have been. No drugs, no running from home different kids. It was really sad. At 47 my brain should not be imaging what if scenarios of 15. It's sad enough to think of in a woken state. Then life was different as an adult. Still divorced, Louis C.K lived down the street, he was also some steampunk superhero who saved me but it wasn't me it was Simon Pegg, by putting a steam powered boot on one foot. The faces were to vague, the scenes were too choppy, normally I don't try record those. I pulled a worm out of my stomach after watching a nun do it to a sick child. I was also viewing my neighborhood from a different angle.