Ripeness

I don't know what personal or celestial alignments are responsible, but I'M RIPE, BABY! Drawing is easy and I suddenly know things about my upcoming comic including the page size. Visions arise and become concrete. And in music, I've realized that I would like to work with an electric violinist on my album and then yesterday, I was moved to take a different route home from work and there on the corner of Brunswick and Bloor was an awesome electric fiddle player. We stopped and chatted and he was really open to talking about projects. Neither of us had a card or a pen so he gave me the pnemonic he uses to remember his phone number and I ran home to jot.

The day before, I accidentally bumped into rfmcdpei and as I mentioned an idea for a comic of mine, he showed great enthusiasm for brainstorming it with me. This is wonderful as he is just the kind of person to fill in the blanks on this particular project.

Then this morning, something happened that never happens. I was dreaming about Paul Simon working in a small studio in upstate New York on a personal project that never got released. When I woke up at 6:30, I could remember the tune. Usually, when I dream of music, it is either incredibly banal and imbued with significance only in the world of the dream, or else I have ripped it from somewhere. But a quick mental check of this melody made me realize I liked it and that it seemed original. I hopped out of bed, grabbed the portable phone and locked myself in the bathroom. I phoned my voicemail and left myself a message with the melody and then quietly returned to bed. But then, before I could drift off, the bridge came to me and so it was back to the bathroom with the phone.

I don't have a story for this song yet and I have to dump the dream line about being born in Brooklyn, but damn! You work and work and then you get little gifts.

Ripeness. And not the kind that a shower can fix!