I had this weird dream last night that I was in some really horrible city. Not horrible like Norfolk is horrible, but like truly horrid– kind of post-apocalyptic and abandoned. I went into this little dive-bar.. but it was actually turned out to be a dry cleaner / laundry mat. An acquaintance from Berklee, Tom Arey, was playing drums with the organist from the band he played with back in college.
I got his attention and he stopped playing and started talking to me and I said “you guys are still playing together?” and he said that he had to because his psychiatrist said he has to play the drums 6 times a day (in retrospect I think he meant week, but in the dream it was day). We we went outside to get something out of his car and all of the houses looked like they’d been blown up.. just chunks of them missing.. not like abandoned but like destroyed. At some point I looked down and I saw a bag on the ground with body parts in it– I remember seeing a foot, and it was totally gory in a cheap horror movie kind of way– and it freaked me out and I just wanted to get to listening to the band.. I don’t remember anything else.
Post-apocolyptic…Is that like post-hardcore?