Awake from a dream that I met the musician who I listened to more than any others in the 1970's, 80's and 90's ..... Jackson Browne.
That I discovered as it was going on, that he was performing at a local food cart park that I frequent, "These Days" for fish & chips.
..... (Why I dreamed this up? Hell, I don't know. I'm sure that even now in his mid-70's, his skill and reputation demands a greater performance venue than a gathering of food carts.)
I arrived there just moments after it had concluded.
All there was on the stage, was an empty chair with an acoustic guitar nearby.
I turned to walk away and there he was .... face-to-face. Didn't even see his approach.
"I've listened to your music for a lot of years."
"Which records?" he asked.
"All of them."
The fact that I left my usual character and initiated conversation with someone I'd never met is evidence that it was a wild and bizarre dream. There were a few other words spoken that are blurred from memory these few moments after awakening. It was nice though for a few minutes to exit this aging hermit phase of life that I find myself inhabiting and feel "Alive In the World."
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