TRAITOR: THE WARREN ZEVON COMEBACK SPECIAL
Oct. 5th, 2009 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
defrogI had the strangest dream last night.
I was attending a Warren Zevon comeback concert to promote his new album Traitor.
The stage show was a satire of the healthcare industry, with flatscreens running footage of naughty doctors and nurses from old Carry On films and Benny Hill skits.
Leotard stooges with cardboard egg-carton eyes painted in blacklight neon danced before curtains embroidered with a fake corporate logo for Vagina Industries.
Warren rode a mountain bike through the audience. He came right up to me, did a magic trick that involved vomiting a pen out of his mouth, and autographed a copy of Wired magazine I happened to have with me.
“Good to have you back,” I said.
“Good to be back,” he said, returning my thumbs-up.
It was a great night.
Then I woke up.
Words cannot express how disappointed I felt when I realized I’d dreamed the whole thing. And that was before I remembered Zevon died six years ago.
Damn. I do miss him.
Here’s one of a thousand reasons why.
DISCLAIMER: Warren Zevon never released an album called Traitor. And he never ever did a stage show that elaborately artistic. That was probably an artifact of me currently re-reading Naked Lunch and watching Laurie Anderson videos on YouTube again.
You'd have thought the bit about the bike would be a dead giveaway.
At the mountain bikes of madness,
This is dF
I was attending a Warren Zevon comeback concert to promote his new album Traitor.
The stage show was a satire of the healthcare industry, with flatscreens running footage of naughty doctors and nurses from old Carry On films and Benny Hill skits.
Leotard stooges with cardboard egg-carton eyes painted in blacklight neon danced before curtains embroidered with a fake corporate logo for Vagina Industries.
Warren rode a mountain bike through the audience. He came right up to me, did a magic trick that involved vomiting a pen out of his mouth, and autographed a copy of Wired magazine I happened to have with me.
“Good to have you back,” I said.
“Good to be back,” he said, returning my thumbs-up.
It was a great night.
Then I woke up.
Words cannot express how disappointed I felt when I realized I’d dreamed the whole thing. And that was before I remembered Zevon died six years ago.
Damn. I do miss him.
Here’s one of a thousand reasons why.
DISCLAIMER: Warren Zevon never released an album called Traitor. And he never ever did a stage show that elaborately artistic. That was probably an artifact of me currently re-reading Naked Lunch and watching Laurie Anderson videos on YouTube again.
You'd have thought the bit about the bike would be a dead giveaway.
At the mountain bikes of madness,
This is dF
