Caliban23’s Neighborhood

I fall asleep to the full Daniel Johnston discography, dreaming all night of him and his stories and feelings, nearly as though they were mine, or he was my best friend.  One dream in particular woke me up, though I almost wish it hadn't.

As I sleep, I dream I am high or otherwise wasted wandering in my back alley takin' the trash out, but can't find my way back to the right house.  Stepping in inappropriately warm patches in the wrong yards, keep making wrong turns, feel possibly far away, from a clue how close.  I am sure now this has been dog shit on my feet and I can hear the dogs telling me this isn't the right house either and I better find mine soon.  I have these cords, cables, for recording music, on my shoulders and trailing around.  I am inside gates and fences nearly familiar, more wet warm mush I think about my bare feet and how they will smell as I clean them.  These cables are getting hung up on fencework, scattered.  I think I have been next door on either side and now I must return to the middle but these chainlink fences are high and I see police in the distance who must know I'm high.  I strategically swing cords to unwrap from gates, pull, yank, consolidate and wrap sloppily to be self-tangled and get thru this last gate before the police come.
I run down the alley, nevermind home.
Police aren't coming.
Nevermind these cords.
Where am I what is this town, this can't be familiar, no.
A restaurant, a Steak & Shake type place.  I wonder into a line, this place is jumpin'. 
Older people than me
all enjoying the music
My turn, I ask the lady at the counter, What town is this?  Florissant.  She bounces, smiles.  I loosen up and bob to the music.  I glance over at a 50-something young man, happy smiling right at me.  Another person, happy, rocking.  Another person, eye contact.  His smile is so warm.  Hers is too.  I sit down alone, near others.  I giggle, we're all happy and love Daniel Johnston, at least this guy seems to know who it is, in any case all let it carry their smiles to me.  I laugh like Jessica used to, like a cry ejaculated, I laugh harder and harder like I'm dying.  My body is quaking as in terror, but it is joy as I see it, choking on joy beyond my threshhold.  Everyone is happy, it's okay to laugh, and it's funny that this would ever happen, that this is so much like salvation.  I know it's a dream now, and I don't want to wake up, I'll lose touch with this. 

But had I not woken up and checked the playlist I would not know the song and would not be able to pinpoint it later, and I would not have been able to listen again later, thinking through the dream, again shaken by it, though this time the quake of laughter shifting to the more familiar tears.

I thought I had posted this one.  Hmmph.  I'm not sure how that picture got attached to this one.  But it's fitting don't you think.  No.

 This might be from 2003, or maybe 2002.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was something I did on an organ I inherited from my Grandma.

I recorded this one off pretty quick for an extra track to throw on a cd I made for my mom.  She always had me record her favorite song, a new age piano thing that I taught myself when younger, onto her keyboard when I visited her.  Then it'd get deleted.  I now have the keyboard and so she asked me if I could record it onto disc.  So I included this one too, and then some Sufjan Stevens and Steve Reich to fill it up. 

What's in a screen/user name? Tell us how you found yours.
Submitted by Bill.

I didn't find mine.  It just kind of followed me home. 

 

 

Most of the songs I'm posting are from the same session.  I'm mixing them (not that that entails much) and saving and posting. As soon as I get thru them all, I can clear them off the disc and record more (limited supply of obsolete MD-Data discs).  These are two less goofy ones. 

 

 

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