I Dream of...Eddie?

Yup, strange dream for my birthday.

I dreamed that I was in a ribbon-party-holiday themed store and of all people, Eddie Van Halen was there. He was there to pick up something and he was on a limited budget. He had an old Cutlass with a white furry dog sitting in the front seat. Willie Nelson popped in to say "hello". Eddie offered to drive me home, but I had to wait for someone. He drove with the top down and the dog was wearing a seatbelt. I am NOT making this up. Why was Eddie in my dream?

Not just because he's the greatest guitarist ever to come out of rock, period, but perhaps because he decided rehab was better than facing down Diamond Dave onstage at this week's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony? We all know Dave's a bit of a pain in the ass. Is my subconscious doing something to me? Instead of facing glory, being onstage and feted with accolades, reels of things done greatly, a look back at good times, fab videos and a treasure trove of excess from the 80's, Eddie chose to face his demons. Something I need some tutoring in. Not that I was a drunk like 3/4 of my family, but oh, I've got some serious digging to do. And since I'm halfway to 40 and now unemployed, maybe, just maybe this is the time my brain sent me food for thought? Ahmet Ertegun's passed away, he founded the damn thing, as well as half the labels that put these artists in that hall in Cleveland ('Hello, Cleveland!' Sorry, had to do that Spinal Tap thing), so this year is probably kinda blah. The Ramones are dead, Ronnie Spector's voice is gone, and they haven't even inducted half my favorite rappers yet as solo artists, so this year might just be a bit boring.

But Eddie. This Eddie thing. Hmmm...really gets to me.

In other news, I've contacted Albany and there's a good chance my unemployment will come thru the next week or just before April. I have another interview lined up next week and my psychicness is very high. All my instincts have come true this week. Might be the new moon coming along, but it's pretty good. Also, three and a half weeks of sleeping 10 hours per night have rejuvenated me in a way I never dreamed possible. I don't think I was ready for the demands of a new job, all I wanted was to get the hell away from the AP. And now, of course, they're going to have to find my replacement. Please, oh please let that bastard call me on the phone and if Pinochet calls, I'm going to be so polite, it's frightening. No one, and I mean no one, can do what I did. I did the work of three people and got paid for half of one. The next person won't be able to navigate even the simplest of systems and that hole continues to lose people left and right. I'm loving it, actually. No holes have been filled at God's Name We Abuse, either. That's the funny thing about nonprofits. The money, if any actually comes in, is supposed to go back into resources and making the structure of the companies better. But, since humans are so deeply flawed and selfish by nature, the money goes right into their pockets.

Typical.

I think I'll take Eddie's message to heart. Let's start digging up my demons.

Oh, and the Kohl's near Ceasar's Bay sucks. Nothing will ever beat my tax-free flea market.