Some years ago, shortly after my grandfather's death, I had a dream that in his afterlife he was running a junkshop in Berlin, selling all kinds of old, second-hand things. The hue, the mood, the color of the dream was like this.

a blues singer from New Orleans I met in Berlin. She did a stunning version of "Black Mountain Blues" which is my new favorite blues song, especially the line: "The babies cry for liquor, and all the birds sing bass."

and this is a plant, dreaming it is a homunculus

a blues singer from New Orleans I met in Berlin. She did a stunning version of "Black Mountain Blues" which is my new favorite blues song, especially the line: "The babies cry for liquor, and all the birds sing bass."

and this is a plant, dreaming it is a homunculus
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Date: 2009-07-27 11:08 pm (UTC)Sorry I didn't reply to your comment about putting me on lists for parties--that would have been awesome, but I had already left for Berlin on Friday. Next time...
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Date: 2009-07-27 11:20 pm (UTC)So glad you got to meet her, and hear her sing.
I love these photos.
Man, I need to interview you sometime soon!
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