David Olney Listening Party

Last night I only took two Unisoms but I had the weirdest damn dreams.  Everytime I'd wake up I'd flap my hand over to Ernie's pillow to try to feel his face to see if he still had a fever.  I think he found it somewhat annoying.  Anyway.....when he woke me up I was having this lovely, weird dream.  I had won a listening party with David Olney which meant that I, and my family, got to go to his house and he'd play his songs for us...oh, and he'd also take out for lunch or a tour or something like that.  So we drove to Springfield, Illinois which is where he lived (and even in my dream I found it hard to figure out why his drive to our house was so long if he lived in Springfield).  We met him in a restaurant in Springfield and it specialized in ratatouille and was wonderfully ornate and old fashioned and had incredible art deco style bathrooms....which I took pictures of.  There was some other amazing art deco architecture----lots of wonderful tile and neon.  Who knew Springfield had it in it? After perusing all that style we went back to his house where we ate ribs and he played for us.  Then he said, "so is this what you were thinking of for a listening party?" with that one-sided smirk of his and I assured him it was absolutely perfect.  Then my mother (who is of course...uh, dead) told me that this house was my grandparents' old house.  Somehow Portland Maine's 36 Dirigo Street had been transported to Springfield, Illinois.  David's son, who was quite cute, talked a little bit about the architecture and then took us on a tour where we got to see how my grandmother's kitchen had been expanded and remodeled.  We drove back to Champaign and my sister Judi (who is of course...uh, dead) was there and I sat and showed her all the pictures we'd taken.

Then Ernie got me up.

Anyway David...thanks for the listening party and the ribs.  And your family was delightful.

Now watch this....he's wearing a pretty shirt, playing a pretty guitar and explaining why February is so awful and what happens when he tries to write commercial songs.  Man I love him.