Very early Friday morning I woke up and remembered a fairly long dream... Rick Nash, Liz Cummins Martin, and I went to Ian Anderson concert — his current tour. On a large horse farm. The stage was set up in a pasture, with straw bales for the audience to sit on.... I got separated from Rick & Liz and fell asleep on the front row before the show. Woke up and after the first set everyone was talking with the band (except for Ian, who left the stage) During that time I ran in to Betsy Mauldin McCray. Between sets there was a wine/beer tasting reception — BUT it was on the other side of a large creek. The water was low (think Sugar Creek during a drought year), but their were 8-10 foot mud banks.... and no real way to cross on foot. And no bridge in sight. On the other side of the creek they were setting up tents and a carriage team pulled up (NOT the Bud Clydesdales, but similar! Heavy Horses album anyone?) At this point some fit, Thoroughbreds being ridden by the band (??) came thundering past us — jumping over/thru the creek to the reception. Then I woke up.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 17:22:19 +0000
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