Of INXS and Sasquatches

Last night, for some reason, a dream that I had prominently featured that INXS song Never Tear Us Apart--I mean, the whole song played at a rather loud volume throughout the dream. Such a thing is ridiculously confusing to me, and I really can't explain how it could have happened. Consider this: [1] I don't know when the last time was that I heard or overheard the song (and I write down in my special INXS journal every time I hear an INXS song, as opposed to the things that I write down in my Limp Bizkit journal, which are usually recipes), [2] the dream (as far as I can remember it) wasn't melodramatic or about broken love or about ugly hairstyles, so it's not like the song was the only one apropos of the occasion, [3] I think I've only heard that song like twice in my entire life, and yet my brain was somehow able to create a seemingly note- and word-perfect rendition of it, and, perhaps most importantly, [4] I HATE INXS. So, again, I don't know how to explain this. It's a mystery worthy of the combined talents of Hercule Poirot, Colonel Mustard, Encyclopedia Brown, and the Hardy Boys. Since none of those douche bags are around (they're all vacationing together at a gay resort in Bulgaria), I guess I'll have to try to figure this thing out myself. Accordingly, I find myself listening to the song, poring over the lyrics, trying to find some hidden, deep, and deeply hidden significance that would somehow justify its appearance in my subconscious. How about this: I saw a sneak preview of the forthcoming movie Hot Rod last night, and in it one of the character's needs a heart transplant; the song Never Tear Us Apart features the line "I love your precious heart"--maybe the movie triggered the memory of the song? HMMMMMMM. That seems too obvious. Maybe the answer is more sinister: perhaps the people at Atlantic Records have figured out how to beam advertisements directly into our brains (kind of like in that one episode of Futurama), and they're trying to get me to buy a copy of INXS's Shine Like it Does: The Anthology. Nope, that seems to be an even more obvious answer than that movie-inducement theory that I proffered earlier. Well, I'm all out of ideas. Ultimately, one thing's for certain: this is going to get much more confusing before it gets interesting.

Speaking of music though, my band recently did a live in-the-radio-studio performance, and some of the video footage from it is now available on YouTube. The sound quality is horrible, but I think the videos are kind of neat anyways, so here they are. Note that, as a lowly drummer, I'm barely visible in either of them, which probably makes them 10 times more watchable than they would be otherwise. Also note that one point during the first video, a rabid Sasquatch runs into the studio and mauls our clarinet player to death--make sure you don't blink or you might miss it.