Hah, what an awesome title! Good band name?
The dream diary of an emotional health nut
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Roads that End, Dogmeat Restaurant
In my dream, I was watching a really high quality discovery channel special on roads that end. It was like Planet Earth, and I was seeing aerial shots of these dramatic roads that ran right into the edge of a cliff overlooking a giant ocean.
Later, my family started a dog meat restaurant. It was surprisingly yummy.
Producer/Groove Architect/Funktrovert Fresh Big Mouf is born of miracles, and we’re not just talking about how many marshmallows he can fit into his massive maw. Aaron was born a blind child (seriously) but had his sight restored via surgery at four months, and thus narrowly escaped becoming the next Ray Charles. Growing up amongst straight-laced but sweet-faced Mormons who are more at home cooking casseroles in the kitchen than kicking it in the club, Fresh Big Mouf went to many dance parties on a quest for joyful beats. He was looking to fall in love, searching for more dance music that was fun yet self-aware, funk-infused but not too old. One day, he determined there must be more. Excellent dance music needs to be multiplied and replenished, and thus he became Fresh Big Mouf, a music procreator.
1 Comments:
Roads that end...quite a concept really. Not only roads that change from paved to dirt or something, but that actually end. Hmm. Miss you!
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