
The guitar I dreamed I had. And it could be mine for a mere $3500
I’m gonna take a few minutes out of your life, that you’ll never get back, right now, to talk about a dream I had last night. It was one of the oddest things I’ve ever dreamed, and I made sure to make a point out of writing it down before I forgot it this morning when I woke up. I was at a baseball game, sitting in the bleachers, and for whatever reason, it turned out to be the game that Barry Bonds would hit his 800th home run (a feat he will likely never accomplish as his days in baseball appear to be over) Anyway, the guy next to me catches the ball, and I think to myself, I can run up to the concession stand, buy a ball, and say that the one I bought, was in fact the 800th home run ball and sell it. So I buy the ball, and I stand outside the stadium, and sell the ball in under 30 seconds to a guy dressed in a suit and tie carrying a briefcase with exactly 500,000 dollars cash in it. So at this point I figure I need to spend the money before they find out that it wasn’t actually the home run ball. So for whatever reason, I go to Guitar Center and buy everything I can find immediately, and still have eight dollars left. So I get eight candy bars, and eat them on the way home. Somehow all of the guitars and amps fit into my ‘95 Subaru Legacy, and I get them home, and I immediately run up to my bedroom and throw all of it under my bed, where it magically fits. A minute later I hear a bunch of knocking on my door, and it’s everyone who was at the game, all like 50,000 people, and somehow they can’t break the door down to my room, so I figure I have to make them go away. So I stack up a stack of Marshall amps against my door, and plug in a cherry red Gibson ES-335 (I dunno why I’d have picked a semi-hollow) and start rocking out, and it’s so loud that everyone behind the door starts to stop pounding at the door and leave, and that’s when I woke up. And now that I think about it, I’ve come to several conclusions:
1. I bet someone’s tried that before–the home run ball thing, and who knows? Maybe it’s worked.
2. I wish I had a half a million dollars to just buy all that shit
3. A Gibson ES-335 would be a sick guitar to own.
Unfortunately, none of these things were real, but because it’s probably the most vivid dream I’ve had in a very long time, and it’s quite bizarre, and most importantly, because I felt as though I probably didn’t have a whole lot of comedic light to shed on anything today, thought I’d share.
Also, a quick update on LCS. I’m told that it’s not just an ‘interest meeting’ taking place on Tuesday the 7th, but it’s actually audition day. So looks like it’s time to start writing for that pup, I need 5 minutes.
That’s all for now
-CS
