So last night I dreamt I was watching a T.V. program about a blind Muslim pianist/trumpet player named Is-rael al Haeer. During one segment of the program he was playing the second/melody part of “Chopsticks” with some other unknown person accompanying him. He started out playing the song exactly the way we all recognize it. Then, he began wandering off into this impromptu jazzy-flavored, free style improvisation that was just blowing my mind. Near the end of the piece he worked out this extreme harmonic leap and I could literally feel my brain make a brand new synapse that had never existed before. It was amazing and incredibly real.

I wish my dream-brain had Tivo so you all could see it. The guy was good!

(Of course, since waking, this memory has left me with a variety of internal inquiries about the nature of reality, alternative dimensions, some of Baudrillard,’s theories on simulacra, my level of music illiteracy and whether or not there will be anything as interesting on the ‘Haus channel’ tonight .)