Church Street Roll

Inspired by Church Street Nightlife in Downtown Orlando

Dream Stalker

Very vivid dreams lately. Are we dreaming dreams, or, are the dreams dreaming us? Sometimes when I'm writing music or coming up with some visual art I'll have dreams in the day night that inspire me. This past week I keep dreaming something where I am walking through vast fields at night under a full moon, I hear a distant cricket. A foreboding and intense feeling is all around as if something is about to happen. The cricket stops chirping. There's an old farmhouse and a broken down carriage, I feel a warm soft wind on my face. I hear, as if, maybe this is a battlefield at night, a plea for help coming in on the air, is someone hurt? Are they laying bleeding in the tall grass? Yet no matter where I turn, I can't find the source. Just last night I was dreaming of Downtown Orlando and I heard a voice in the crowd, the same voice, calling to me, calling for help. In the dream, I felt the eyes of people on me as I turned and wheeled in every direction. I was trying to not create a scene but people seemed to think I was out of my mind, dashing down streets, car horns blare, nearly getting hit. I ended up stalking down dark alleyways and stepping over homeless people while distant police sirens wail, in the futile search for the owner of this voice. So, I give you fans my latest inspiration: Dream Stalker. May you find your dreams to be more pleasant.

 

Newcomers

For those of you out there with Anthropophobia. I for one, as a performer, do not have this, but in today's climate, many are having it. It's understandable.

Tonight Was The Night

Tonight I met some of the most interesting people. It was at a venue I often frequent... very exclusive.  Many were very new to Orlando. Eventually I ended up on a cruise ship, such is the life of an artist in Florida. Party On!

There was a party atmosphere, as glasses clanked, and laughter came in swells. Some interpersonal conflicts did arise and I had to take care not to "step on toes". A dark storm arose, but nothing I couldn't weather, by staying indoors for the time.

 Ah! I did get to apologize to a real peacock of a man for offending him a few weeks ago. My humility proceeds me! Hah! Well, that did remind me that when you are a guest, it's often great to follow the "house rules".

I met many delightful men and women. Some whom I may be able to direct business too. One such is very interested in property in Orlando. I mentioned the I-4 Eyesore had a great plot now that it is now dust. Hehe!!

Among the crowds, the rolling cacophony of voices, I heard, a single voice, lilting and free. The owner of this voice, I only spoke to for the briefest of moments as she was enthusiastically engaged in a chat with another of the new faces.

Other interesting people met last night, for many reasons, it was beautiful and frightening. Some very charming, and some, alarming, some both. The alarm bells within ringing very loudly, yet, highly engaging as it is always exciting to meet others in whom your daily life, you would probably never run across.

That one voice, I must hear it again... in my sleep tonight, I am sure I will. As my dreams often echo the thoughts of the day... Perhaps I will wake and it will inspire a new song tomorrow. Often small things like that will inspire an entire scene. A voice, a look, a word spoken just right.