Habitués of this site will know that musical mental images are far from unknown to me - the longstanding joke, with more than a grain of truth at its core, is that if you give me any group of characters long enough, I will eventually, inevitably, envision them as a band.

That said, last night I was bundled up in bed with a fever of 102° F (38.9° C) and such interesting chemicals as promethazine, codeine, psuedoephedrine, guaifenesin*, and interferon β-1a roaming around my system, and I'd fallen asleep with my iPod on. The result was a fever dream consisting of the most fantastically detailed, completely preposterous concert video. Picture it if you will: UF's Darth Vader and young master Skywalker of Tatooine on lead and rhythm guitars, HK-47 on bass, Rei Ayanami at the drums, giving it full power on a cover of Boston's "More Than a Feeling". (I realize the only person in that lineup who actually has a vocal range anything like Brad Delp's is probably Rei, but work with me a little, it made sense in the dream. :)

I woke up this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
Then lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling
More than a feeling
When I hear that old song they used to play
More than a feeling
And I think you're dreaming
More than a feeling
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walking away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling
More than a feeling
When I hear that old song they used to play
More than a feeling
And I think you're dreaming
More than a feeling
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walking away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away

It's more than a feeling
More than a feeling
When I hear that old song they used to play
More than a feeling
And I think you're dreaming
More than a feeling
'Til I see Marianne walk away

- Boston
"More Than a Feeling"
Boston (1977)

There was no mention of the band's name that I can recall, but with a lineup like that I'm just going to assume they're called the Sith Lords. And just to add the cherry on top, I think they were playing the Hammersmith Apollo.

--G.
* As an aside, I can never see the name "guaifenesin" without automatically plugging it into the chorus of the Anthrax song "Efilnikufesin (N.F.L.)". "Efilguaifenesin! Nice fuckin' life!"
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If you hafta have a fever dream, that's a pretty badass one to have.

Condolences about the flu kicking your ass, though. Especially this close to Christmas.

>If you hafta have a fever dream, that's a pretty badass one to have.

Yeah, I enjoyed it, even if I wouldn't have consciously chosen to depict Rei as a drummer. If I'd come up with the idea while awake I think I'd have switched her and HK-47. Still, it's much better than the one about the giant (and by "giant" I mean about the size of an aircraft carrier) spider approaching my hometown. That one sucked. I'm a bit arachnophobic.

>Condolences about the flu kicking your ass, though. Especially this
>close to Christmas.

Thanks. I'm feeling better, though not fully recovered - lots of nasal congestion still happening, though fortunately I haven't reached the end of the Sinex window yet. (One trifles with the maximum recommended dosage of Sinex at one's peril.) The fever broke sometime in the night, though; I woke up around eight o'clock this morning drenched in sweat, but no longer feeling like I might actually be shivering at the resonant frequency of my house and thereby threatening to make it collapse, and today my temp appears to have returned to normal. So that's something.

--G.
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At that size, everyone is arachnophobic.

By a strange coincidence, "More Than a Feeling" was the trigger to one of my own personal brushes with the Dark Side of the Force, if you take that to mean "a time when I got blindingly angry about nothing meaningful". You know how they usually play music over the PA system at supermarkets? Right, so it's about six years ago and I'm at the Hannaford supermarket here in cosmopolitan West Podunk (browsing the frozen foods aisle, I do believe), and "More Than a Feeling" comes on the overhead.

I'm in a pretty good mood and "More Than a Feeling" is a stonking good song, so I'm immediately delighted by this turn of events. Before long I'm really into it; by the middle bridge I'm air guitaring (to the rhythm guitar line, oddly enough) and I might even be lip-syncing, and I don't even care because it's getting to the bit which, if you know the song, you'll know is the pay-off for the whole proceeding:

And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy*BEEEEP* DELI YOU HAVE A CALL ON LINE ONE PLEASE DELI LINE ONE *CLICKRATTLECLATTER*

Fuck! I have never in my life wanted to track someone down and punch them repeatedly in the middle of their face more than I wanted to at that moment. Not even at the moments, early in my grade school career, when I actually did it, which I guess says something for the improved state of my impulse control in adulthood. I just wanted to go find the intercom phone, rip it off the wall, and beat the register biscuit unconscious with it. I'm mildly furious even thinking about it now.

And that, my children, is what it feels like to be a Lord of the Sith who is really on his game.

--G.
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You can understand the PAs in supermarkets? To me, they sound just as bad as the PAs in railway stations. Or possibly the adults' voices in a Peanuts cartoon...

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>You can understand the PAs in supermarkets?

The ones in both of our local supermarkets are pretty decent, actually. The Hannaford's one is infuriating, not only because of the occasional intercom announcements but also because there are periodic canned ads that break into the music at random, but the sound quality is OK. Overall I prefer the one at the IGA, because a) they don't break into it with stupid ads or calls to the deli and b) it's set on some kind of perpetual oldies loop, and there's something weirdly satisfying about hearing Chuck Berry or Eric Burdon & the Animals in a 21st-century supermarket.

--G.
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>it's set on some kind of perpetual oldies loop, and there's something weirdly
>satisfying about hearing Chuck Berry or Eric Burdon & the Animals in a
>21st-century supermarket.

I remember one of my first "holy fuck, I guess I'm old" moments was wandering around through Albertsons, then realizing that I was (slightly) headbanging along to The Offspring. It was a very "bwah?" moment.

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Oh yes.
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>I remember one of my first "holy fuck, I guess I'm old" moments was
>wandering around through Albertsons, then realizing that I was
>(slightly) headbanging along to The Offspring. It was a very "bwah?"
>moment.

"Muzak version of 'Rock And Roll All Night' in the elevator".

That was my soul's dying moment.

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Haberdasher to Androids, Dark Lord of Sith Tech Support.
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>>I remember one of my first "holy fuck, I guess I'm old" moments was
>>wandering around through Albertsons, then realizing that I was
>>(slightly) headbanging along to The Offspring. It was a very "bwah?"
>>moment.
>
>"Muzak version of 'Rock And Roll All Night' in the elevator".
>
>That was my soul's dying moment.
>

Mine was "Stairway to Heaven" being muzaked at an Albertson's when I was 17. I may have actually wept.

Ebony the Black Dragon

"Life is like an anole. Sometimes it's green. Sometimes it's brown. But it's always a small Caribbean lizard."

I actually worked in a grocery store (in the deli) a little over a decade ago, and the music over the PA was literally a 5-CD changer that the owner stocked with some pop music CDs. The two summers I was there taught me, beyond anything else, that I really hate Eric Clapton's "Forever Man" and Minnie Riperton's "Lovin' You."

Also that head cheese tastes exactly like spiced fat.

That was indeed on fraking awesome dream!
And for some reason, I have 0 problems with the image of HK-47 Bass nor Rei on Drums.

I don't know that I will ever hear that song quite the same now. :)

"When you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

>That was indeed on fraking awesome dream!
>And for some reason, I have 0 problems with the image of HK-47 Bass
>nor Rei on Drums.

"Query: Are you ready to rock?
Statement: My auditory sensors cannot detect you."