I had really strange, vivid dreams last night. In one dream, George Carlin was a well known artist who had done several album covers for prog rock bands before becoming an art instructor in San Francisco. He was offering me an enormous, beautiful art studio, rent-free, and had decided to take me under his wing. I didn't really care for his art, but I respected him. Then I woke up with a horrible horrible headache, and when I went back to sleep for a little while, I had a really visual dream full of fireworks and brilliant colors and creepy black cocktails full of lima beans and kim chee. When I woke up, the headache was gone.
I just heard a song on the radio with the lyric, "My Daddy is a Trombone playin' man! Tell me where is my daddy with that Big Long Sliding Thing?"