Speaking of Elvis, I had a unusual dream about Roger Daltrey the other night. Roger Daltrey is embarking on a solo tour that I was interested to see because he's playing theaters instead of arenas. Unfortunately he's circling around Atlanta so I won't get to see it. I guess this dream was my way of compensating.

I dreamed that he was going to play a theater in Marietta, probably The Strand though the interior I was seeing was more like the Variety Playhouse. Ticket sales were so sluggish that he was standing outside the theater shaking hands with passerby to try to get them interested in the show.

Unfortunately the sales never picked up, and his show was canceled, so instead his band decided to go play on the stage in the Square for free. This was such a last-minute idea, though, that they didn't even have time to ask the city to turn on the power to the stage. They plugged the amps into the outlets of local shopkeepers with extension cords and played with no lights, so they were just in silhouette. A couple hundred people turned out in lawn chairs to see this free show, though, and he said they had done this before in Chipwick. I just looked Chipwick up and there is no such English city, but there is a Chiswick.

That was a fun dream. Though I wouldn't want to see Roger Daltrey's fortunes sink to such a low, it would be a great way to see a show, and at least while I was dreaming I felt like I'd actually shaken his hand.

"Nothing is so boring as listening to someone else describe a dream." -- George Carlin