And we’re off! Kind of. We’ve been tooling around Indiana for almost four full days and it feels like we’ve been kind of sitting still – so though it’s nice to be on the road, the four hour drive to Nashville feels longer than it should.
Glad to be on the move though – Indiana had become the land of weird dreams. Last night I dreamt that I was in some sort of large house / compound, a defensive structure built-up to deal with the long-term, now relatively passive problem of the zombies prowling the town. I could look out the barred windows at the meandering, moaning, pacing undead masses. They weren’t particularly aggressive, but it certainly made it unsafe to open the front doors.
But we did. This one corpulent, smelly cat seemed to always find its way inside. I think we weren’t sure if it was a zombie cat, but it definitely smelled like one, and though it wasn’t particularly active, it leaned up against the front door a lot and often managed to get let into the compound simply through sheer bloody-minded cat persistence.
I found it inside again, so I grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and set it out on the porch, but in a rare turn of speed it managed to slip back inside again. All the while it was looking fatter and smelling worse. I tried to shuffle it out again and now I was getting kind of a sense of panic. After failing with my flailing feet I grabbed it again and chucked it over hand a pretty good distance into the park and slammed the door behind it. Out in the front the cat detonated in a fleshy, foul explosion, clearly spreading zombie cooties all around itself – and in the dream it became suddenly clear that all of the animals we’d thought weren’t infected were these slowly ticking time bombs and the remainder of the dream was a panicked frenzy trying to get rid of the cats and dogs and things in the house, followed by the wet thudding explosions of failure, zombies moving towards the house and me waking up to the house cat we’ve been staying with, Mac and Cheese, butting his head against the door.
I don’t remember ever having zombie dreams before. That was really awful.
Lat night we played our last show in Bloomington – and had a marvelous time at the Trailhead Market and … either Pizzeria or Noshery depening on who you ask and which website you look at.
The setup and the first five minutes looked like it was going to be a disaster – and then suddenly things went exactly as I’d envisioned, with people pouring in from the Bloomington Songwriters Association, a local DJ, someone Heather met at House of Musical Traditions… they were just late enough to make us panic.
It was a killer show. A lot of fun. But then we went back to the house and had more nightmares… well – on to Nashville and a new psychic atmosphere. Hopefully no more bad dreams about banjos and cats and zombies. Tonight we play a house concert with the Lovely Louise Mosrie, and there just isn’t much anything better than that.
