"EYEDEA DREAM"

 10-5-06

I was at school and it was this huge white room that was all run down and there was some sort of show going on on this stage in the front of it, like a seminar with the teachers, and all the students were trouble making white trash dressed in winter clothes. The teachers were giving this award to this guy that looked like my dad's friend Bud and there was something that he did that was a good way to get the kids attention, like using a puppet or something but I can't remember what it was. At the other end of this white, super high ceilinged gymnasium there were these large wooden shelves that looked like they could have been in the movie "The Hobbit" and there were drinks like bottles of mountain dew and powerades but all of them were opened and at least sipped out of; most of them were almost gone. 

The next thing I knew I was at my parents house in the office and it hadn't been remodeled yet, it was how it was before the remodeling, and I was in the office when my mom handed me the landline phone and I knew it was Eyedea. I could barely understand him on the phone but after so many words of static, I got the just that he wanted to try out my new microphone and have me record him at his house. Like I said, I could barely understand him, but I tried not to let him know that I could barely understand him. I asked him for directions to his house and all I could make out him saying was Washburn 88th. For some reason I knew that that was by the High School in Maple Grove [but not really] and it was off county road 30, so I asked him how to get there from County road thirty, and he seemed to get a little more frustrated but still gave me directions. He told me "Yamaha 80th." He had been cutting out like a mo-fo the whole conversation and he sounded like a ghost but I recognized his voice at some parts; he talked with a lot lower tone than when he rapped on his cd's. 

So me and Kathy [my girlfriend] went over to his house only to find that it was a huge mansion. There were people all over the place that seemed to be Eyedea's friends and all of their eyes were sunken in like they were on drugs but everyone seemed happy. I talked to a few fucked up people in my attempt to find "Mike". I didn't want to call him Eyedea in front of all these people for some reason. Everyone seemed to know that I was "the engineer that has come to test his skills and see if he is worthy of working with everyone" and it was kind of fun but I felt like I was retarded and kept tripping over stuff and apologizing for it. I made it upstairs and lost Kathy in the process and I was tripping over people's feet and falling around like I was drunk or something. I made it upstairs to this really nice computer keyboard with a tiny little olive CRT monitor and on the screen was supposedly the newest version of pro Tools but it looked like a video came. There was this kid that acted like he had a successful label but he looked like the Italian lost boy kid actor in Hook and he said that him and his brother were neighbors of Mike's and that's how they got their foot in the door in the industry. These two old guys that were supposedly bomb engineers grabbed the mouse and started copying regions like in a video game and I went looking for "Mike" and some producer found me and asked me if I knew how to run the rig and I was like "I don't know! That shit looks like fucking Tetris!" and a ton of people laughed. Evidently we were in Mike's bedroom. I got word that Eyedea was in the vocal booth and ready to go but I never saw him so the old guys moved out of the way and let me try to create some tracks and set up a compressor in Pro Tools to go to tape [What?] and it looked so different that I could barely even do that. Everyone got quiet while he spit his verse. I was doing key commands to make the tracks bigger and smaller and to view the whole session and I could hear everyone behind me by the bed commenting on the job I was doing so far; whether it was good or bad I didn't know but no one kicked me off the computer, and I recorded for the whole song. Then I had to leave so I found Kathy coming up the steps and she too had gotten into whatever drug all these people were on because her eyes were sunken in as well. 

We found our way near the out and then I woke up...