Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I don't remember much about my dream last night, but I do remember that it involved a young guy—maybe in the 16-18 range—who was captured and held against his will, forced to create electronic music for his captors. His captors were all middle-aged; two men and two women. They didn't look like relatives, but maybe they were. He had a guitar and keyboard in front of him, wired to a bank of synthesizers, record players, and other musical devices. He himself was strapped to a wooden chair in a dimly-lit basement, and the four of them were demanding that he compose, for his life depended on it.