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Sunday, April 09, 2006

EROTIC DREAMS OF THE DAMAGED AND CONFUSED OR WON'T WALK FOR DAYS...
...Will + Alison = GOLDFRAPP ELECTRO-MAGIC!

Kids, I am so excited I can barely contain myself! Ing just scored 2 tickets to see GOLDFRAPP when they come to the Fillmore in San Francisco!!!!! Oh, and one of the tickets is for me as soon as I pay her!!! I am so excited to know that I shall soon be Goldfrapped! ...and, at the Fillmore! Well, that makes it all the more exciting! Wow! Ingrid and I will be riding the white horse. And, if the lyrics are correct, we might not be able to walk for days -- after Goldfrapp gets all funked up on our collective ass! Whoo-hoo! Number One!

I got to hang for a bit with my fave SF street artiste, Peet (who likes to write is his name in the form of a PacMan icon with a copyright symbol and the date of 1930-something or other. But, his name is Peet. I love his art work. However, after sitting with him on Market Street for about an hour I am thinking that he might need a bath, new teeth and better boom box. But, he is so talented. I will have to take a picture of the two pieces I have by him. He only paints on old pieces of furniture he finds discarded all about the town. I would guess Peet to be in his late 20's. His work should be in a gallery somewhere. I admire him for really living the life of a total artiste, but I do wish him some dental benefits and a tub soon! ...but I guess talent doesn't need a bath. It just needs blood and inspiration. And, when it comes to Peet, it needs bits of furniture.

THE DEVIL & DANIEL JOHNSTON was an amazing film! I knew that Ingrid and I would love it, but I think Milford loved it, too! He even asked a question to the producer who was there to speak after the film screened. The film still needs a distributor. I hope they find one. It was incredible. Apparently Daniel Johnston is quite pleased with the colors used in the film. Oh, and I think that was a silly Internet rumor. Mr. Johnston was not present last night or Friday. Just the producer who was so nervous his voice shook as she spoke and mispronounced words. I kept thinking he was going to cry as he spoke. Poor guy. But, he helped to create one hell of a movie!

OK, so the main point of my blog. I put it all on the line when it comes to my blog. I try to keep my life as much of an open book as I can. And I do so love the feedback -- tho, I do wish some of you would comment on the blog so that others can "hear" your voice and ideas. This is the fun of blogging. Well, for me anyway.

But, the time has come for me to share something with you. An erotic dream that just will not go away! Yes, my friends --- it is true. I have been having repeated dreams of hot sex with Keith Moon. Now, I know. It doesn't sound that bad. Sordid. Sure. But, what's wrong with hot sex dreams of Rock Gods? Well, mine is a bit odd. Big surprise. Right?

Ok. Here is the dream. Now, Keith Moon was once a very cute young lad and was even sort of hot as an older man. However, in my dream I am "doing" ...or being "done" by the bloated Keith Moon of the final years. You know, the smelly looking one strung out on a mix of H, dolls, beer, whiskey and excess beyond all reasonable measure. Yes, kids, I keep dreaming of the Keith Moon who had a tendency to OD, turn blue, wake up and then drive cars into Roger Daltrey's swimming pool. I guess you could say my dream is more of the Uncle Ernie variety than The Kidz Are Alright sort.


So, the dream is always the same. I come off an elevator. Keith Moon is waiting for me. He is sooooo stoned and smells of stale cigs, bo and has track marks all over his arms. He grabs me. I almost feel like I am in a more sleazy version of the "Justify My Life" vid-clip where Tony Ward is gone and a near-death Who member is about to 'do' me. And, boy, does he! I have to confess that this dream sex is hot and very good despite my disgust with how he looks and smells.

But, then, at some point, I realize that we are being watched.

And, then I realize that Sheryl Crow is seated in a chair which has been placed directly in front of the bottom of the bed. She is studying us and taking notes. She makes a funny noise at times but it is hard for me to decide which noise are hers and which are his. I think I hear the sounds of cats in heat.

I do stop him for a second and demand to know why he has let Sheryl Crow into the room. He tells me to not worry about it and just enjoy. He then tells me that I should be honored that a Rock Goddess wants to study me being fucked by "The" Keith Moon. He starts back to work, but I stop him and explain in a very business like way that he is mistaken. "That is Sheryl Crow. Janis or Stevie are Rock Goddess. Sheryl is barely a pop princess!" --- now, the only variation I've encountered to this dream is that Sheryl now tosses her pen at us when I make this comment.sheryl is watching and getting pissed off cuz she is not a Rock-n-Roll Goddess

...but, she doesn't leave. And, smelly/old/bloated Keith Moon does me to the inth degree.

Why can't I dream of hot sex with Robert Plant circa 1977 or even Ricky Martin circa 1997!??!? Or, for that matter -- why not Kieth Moon circa 1970?!?!?
Why must I have erotic dreams of a rock-n-roll cliche?

Sigh.

Well, I've a date in a few. I hope he doesn't look like Kieth Moon.

Today's extended iPod Shuffle (because I know you want to know!):
"Like Dylan In The Movie" by Belle & Sebastian
"To Shelia" by Smashing Pumpkins
"Bubble Pop Electric" by Gwen Stefani
"Cuddle Up" by Captain & Tennille
"Round & Round" by New Order
"Big Stripey Lie" by Kate Bush
"Love It Is Love" by Sophie Ellis-Bextor
"Gone" by Bodies Without Organs
"Cripple & The Starfish" by Antony & The Johnsons
"Avenue" by Saint Etienne
"You Can Feel Me" by Har Mar Superstar
"Off On It" by Roisin Murphy
"Chrome" by Debbie Harry
"The Game" by Echo & The Bunnymen
"Who's That?" by Tiga

....for that matter, why can't I have sweet dreams of Tiga?

17 Comments:

Blogger Robert said...

You're so lucky. Well, so far, she doesn't have any dates yet in Lost Angeles. Crap! Anyway, did you hear the new Depeche Mode's single mixed by Tiga? Kinda nice.

Hope you had a great weekend!

5:30 PM  
Blogger thomas said...

I wasn’t going to say this, but when you first said Keith Moon, I was like, “who?” Literally. I didn’t know who it was. And then you said who it was and I was like, “Who?” because I knew approximately what century, but I still didn’t know who. And then later when you said Ricky Martin, circa 1997, I totally knew who, because I’ve had that dream. Only Ricky wasn’t bloated and strung out. And he smelled like cinnamon in my dream, and he kept calling me “Papi.” Oh, and apparently I was fluent in the language of love. But Moon? Why can’t you have dreams of people I know? It would make my life so much easier.

5:45 PM  
Blogger ing said...

I dream only of Beck. . . yow!

6:08 PM  
Blogger matty said...

Robert! Oh no! I was thinking that they were playing LA first! Comd to SF and see 'em! You can hang with me and Ingrid!

Tommy! You wrote! Um, honey -- Keith Moon was the insanely talented drummer for one of the most important rock bands in all of history. Beatles, Rolling Stones, The Who --- key rock personality. Maybe, you might want to pick up a copy of "Who's Next" on DVD. I think it is their best Best to avoid Ricky Martin unless it is for sex.

Oh, Ing! Yes, I know. I think you and Beck would make gorgeous little babies together. I wonder if you could procreate with Goldfrapp providing the mood music. "...black cherry"

7:50 PM  
Blogger Andrew said...

I love the Tiga album. I love the fact you like Saint Etienne as well. They are my toppermost of the poppermost.

2:53 AM  
Blogger ginab said...

Hmm...Moon smelled bad? He was so rich, I just never knew the rich could smell bad. And no way are those his buns as in now way would that woman turn over and give it to him. But there's the comedian forever in Moon. He made such fun of suave men, of lovers, of even the dreams we dream about.

My own? He never does have a face. He's anyone and everyone. He's Bryan Ferry....

7:23 AM  
Blogger Karyn said...

Give it time, lovey.

Sheryl Crow pisses me off. Ugh.

Well, a good sex dream is a good sex dream, I say! Good on you!

9:39 AM  
Blogger matty said...

Trashbinder -- You are so uber-cool! And, thank you for the mp3!!! Yeah, the new Tiga CD is most exceptional!!

Gina -- Well, it was just in my dream, but he did stink. Even still. It was hot. did you know that the girl on the cover of his LP was his girlfriend?!?! I think they broke up not too long after that LP's release. ...so she might have just been trying to get some fame. I thought that Keith was a popular boy with the groupies. No? I know more about Led Zep and Fleetwood Mac. But, I do so love The Who. Just never wanted to think about sex with the drummer. Unless it was the one that they used for that early 80's tour. He was kind of hot.

Karyn -- Yeah! Why was she taking notes and watching!?!!? What is that all about it!!?!?!

10:04 PM  
Blogger ginab said...

Kenny Jones?

Hmm.

1:53 PM  
Blogger ing said...

Maybe this is a dream about compromising your dreams and still getting something out of them? Sheryl Crow is a "half-rate" rock goddess and she's scrutinizing/judging. Maybe you don't think you're living up to your potential and you feel self-critical. But you're enjoying yourself, so you feel conflicted about the whole deal.

I don't feel conflicted about Beck. He is my potential, and I am his. Yummmmm.

1:58 PM  
Blogger matty said...

Gina! Yes! That was his name! On the LP that had the paint tubes on it. He was kind of hot. I wonder where he is now?

Ing -- Hmmmmm... Maybe. Or maybe I just need to get laid. How very crass of me. But, sometimes the crass is true. Just ask Sheryl.

...poor sheryl. why I am bashing Sheryl Crow so? I like that song she did about Steve McQueen and the sunshine.

10:18 PM  
Blogger ing said...

Yes, the crass. We all need a regular dose of that. Too bad it's so much fun, getting properly laid. . .

12:18 AM  
Blogger Jon said...

Hey, if you don't know them already, you may like the group Ladytron. Similar to Goldfrapp, but a little more artsy and less disco sounding. I like both of them- man, I could listen to 'Ride A White Horse' over and over again :)

12:38 PM  
Blogger matty said...

Jon!! Yes!!! I love Ladyrton! ...since that first CD. However, I think their most recent --- WITCHING HOUR is the best. Also, Goldfrapp stole my heart. ...Ladytron just makes it dance about. Which is great, but love is oh so much better!

5:22 PM  
Blogger ing said...

Hey, Matty, for National Poetry Month I thought I'd mention that famous Blake poem, the one that begins,

Tiga, tiga, burning bright.

That Blake sure was ahead of his time, yeah?

11:48 PM  
Blogger matty said...

wow! Blake! who knew!?!?!

6:12 AM  
Blogger Me said...

All right, have you seen Goldfrapp yet or what!? I keep looking for a review and nothing. I've never heard these people. 'Member, me on a rock with one classic rock station, relying on intelligent souls to feed her music reviews so she can sleep soundly at night? Other than your recommedation and a strange urge to lick that sweet girl's picture I have nothing. She looks like she's made of sugar, she's perfect.
Now, just to play devil's advocate I like Sheryl Crow. Well, I like some stuff. Is that so WRONG!?

3:34 PM  

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