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Cream performing Spoonful live at the Fillmore off of their '68 Wheels Of Fire album.

John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers with Peter Green on Elmore James' Dust My Broom off of the '67 A Hard Road LP.

Groundhogs with No More Doggin' off of their '68 Scratching The Surface debut LP.

Stafford's Climax Chicago Blues Band with Looking For My Baby off of their '69 self titled debut album.

A tribute to the great British Blues . . . Savoy Brown with Louisiana Blues off of the '69 Blue Matter LP.

I hadn't come across the above live studio version before. Thanks, Mutt. One of the prettiest songs ever written, IMHO. Here's the vinyl album version, and also his official video. Nice imagery, too.

Wonderful live version, Mutt.

One of my favourite Faces songs, Around The Plynth, off of their '70 debut album First Step. Love listening to this on a true decent stereo set up and hear the sounds alternate between speakers while sitting betwixt them. Being high is a plus, too.

Romeo And The Lonely Girl off of their '76 Jailbreak LP. Classic Lizzy guitar licks over Downey’s nimble sticks.

Dead Souls added as a bonus track to the CD reissue of their '79 debut album Unknown Pleasures.

I agree. Joy Division doesn't get enough airplay here. Day Of The Lords off of their '79 Unknown Pleasures album.

Tin Pan Alley (AKA Roughest Place in Town) off of his second effort, the '84 Couldn't Stand The Weather LP.

A-side was Cindy Incidentally which made it on their '73 Ooh La La album.

Stevie Ray Vaughan with the title track of his '83 Texas Flood album.

Albert King with his signature Born Under A Bad Sign, the title track of his '67 LP.

R.L. Watson & Josiah Jones with Memphis Rag recorded at the '69 Mississippi Blues Jam in Memphis. TN.

Muddy Waters performing Chicken Shack live in Paris in '70. Off of the Goin' Home LP released in '92.

Howlin' Wolf with a cover of Willie Dixon's Red Rooster. Featuring Eric Clapton, Steve Windwood, Bill Wyman and Charlie Watts. Off of the '84 Howlin' Wolf London Sessions LP.

Too slow for ya? Try Good Lover off of the same kick arze release.

Ronnie Wood & The Ronnie Wood Band with Mick Taylor paying tribute to the great blues artist Jimmy Reed. Mr Luck, the title track of their 2021 Mr. Luck - A Tribute to Jimmy Reed: Live at the Royal Albert release. Damn, those Brits play some nasty blues. Simply masterful.

Olivia Newton-John (d. August 8, 2022) just went home for good.

Yeah, but the anger has left so I've no hope of competing with Stephen King any longer.

What are dreams and what purpose do they serve? Are they real? I will say they are as real, or more, than waking reality. But since we have, for the most part, been taught to ignore our dreams, we don't give them much thought. We know so little of dreaming life that even when we do have recall they can appear absolutely chaotic and bizarre. Dream events, therefore, can be difficult to decipher. Apologies for another long post. Those with reading disabilities will not get through it. Here's my dream, or at least one of them, that's interrupted my sleep as I had to write it all down. I'll post the dream and give my thoughts on dreams later. I'm going back to sleep. The dream started with someone ringing our doorbell incessantly while I was asleep. I had the notion it started at 4:30 AM sharp. Quite early for someone paying a visit. A part of me heard it but didn't react. Perhaps I let it go on for 15 minutes before I yelled out, "Sa kroo (wait a minute in Thai)" a number of times. First softly and then loudly as I thought they might not have heard me at first. I heard English speakers and so then yelled out, "Hang on, I'm coming. I'm here." I began getting dressed, making a cup of coffee, and going through my usual morning routine as if I wasn't too concerned about simply rushing to the door to greet whoever was there and letting them wait for however long. It turned out that it took me quite some time before I finally got around to opening the door. There were a number of people. They were all former high school classmates of mine. I hadn't seen them since high school. They had come for the reason that we were all going on a camping trip. I was asking where we were going to camp. I was in Thailand and I knew of many places to go camping which were not a far drive. One guy gave me the name of a campground but the name didn't ring a bell so I asked him where it was. He explained that it was up north, about 10 minutes over the Illinois border into Wisconsin. That was well and fine for folks living in Chicago. Perhaps a few hours drive. I immediately thought that was too far given that it was now 6:52 in the morning. There was a clock that I was looking at. One of the ladies looked at the clock too and I felt she was dismayed that it was getting late. There was another clock and it's time was a mere minutes earlier. So I told her, "Well, that clock is a bit fast" and pointed her to the other clock in a lame attempt to get her to feel a bit better about the time slipping away. My wife was up and about throughout the time since I had gotten out of bed. And now I remember that as I was in bed realising that the doorbell was ringing and ignored it for maybe 15 minutes it took a superhuman effort to actually raise myself out of the bed. It seemed almost impossible to move my body. There was a huge resistance, which sometimes is usual in dreams. (Has anyone ever experienced trying to run from danger in a dream and you can't seem to? It's absolutley frustrating to me as I am a fast runner.) When I greeted the first person I gave him a warm hug. Same with the next person I greeted, a lady, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek, too. She did likewise. We were old friends. That's when I realised that there were quite a few people. Perhaps a dozen or so. And some of them had brought their children, at least a few of them who caught my attention long enough to where I watched them in their activities. I returned my attention to where we would go camping and expressed my opinion to everyone that I thought that camping in Wisconsin was too far to go. Now I had the feeling that we, I and everyone else, were in southern California (were I actually lived for a short time). Again, I was thinking about the time since everyone had to be back at their respective homes that same day. My sense of time then told me it was near 7 AM west coast time, which was two hours behind their central standard time. Which meant that it was near 9 AM their local time. The day seemed to be slipping away fast. So I again suggested we go somewhere that I knew of that was very close by. In fact, just outside my door was a great expanse of nature. Very park like. I said, "Hey, we could camp right here" and mentioned that we had done so before. There were a few bodies of water present. One guy asked about going swimming. I said sure, you can go swimming here and looked at the largest body of water. I was then dismayed as I realised some sort of construction was going on. The water was there but seeing through to the bottom they were digging it out and making it deeper. I indicated that perhaps we couldn't swim there due to the construction and so pointed to another body of water which I knew to be much too shallow for swimming. While I was suggesting where to go I was again in Thailand. I mentioned to one guy in particular that we should do this more often. I told him that a lot of my Thai friends go camping and we could all go together sometime. I have, BTW, done quite a number of camping trips in waking life around Thailand where I was the only farang. Now I've had plenty of dreams where I was awake. At least in the sense that I was fully aware of everything that was occurring. But at the same time I was struggling to keep my eyes open and often times they were shut, though I could still see. One guy in particular gave me a quizzical look as he noticed my eyes were shut. I told him, mentally rather than through speech, "Don't worry, I haven't been sleeping and I've heard everything that's been said and I can still see." We were now all laying about and I began asking why I was not informed of this planned camping trip. I asked who, if anyone, had called me in advance to let me know about this trip. No one identified themselves as the one who called. At this point I was looking at everyone's faces. I could see each one clearly but could not recognise anyone. That began to bother me. I realised rationally that everyone had aged and therefore they may not look as they did when I knew them in school. So I had the idea that everyone identify themselves by name. I'm not sure I voiced that idea but that never happened. Instead one guy, who I couldn't or didn't see as his voice seemed to come from everywhere, was explaining to me that everyone here was part of a group that was formed specifically to increase their wealth. It was mentioned that one of the group, who was not there, had already achieved USD 75 million. For some reason I was aware of this sometime earlier in the dream. His was the only name that was given; James Leahy. I thought to myself, "Yeah, I remember him from school." Though in real life there was a Leahy in our school but he or she may have been a year or three senior. Anyway, I thought this was most opportune. And it dawned on me that they specifically targeted me to join their group as they recognised that I, too, had aspirations to increase my wealth. They felt that I was a perfect fit for their club. In my waking world I have come to a conscious decision to move away from engineering into something entirely different though I don't have a clue what that might be. Not that the fact that I have no idea is a show stopper. I know full well that when moving towards a new direction little of the path can be seen. No worries about that as the path will eventually be made clear. I woke up because I needed to go piddle. I lay in bed for a few minutes recalling as much detail as I could about the dream. And then decided to get up (it was 11:47) and write it all down as surely many of the details would soon be forgotten if I didn't. This dream was especially vivid and very coherent. The flow of scenes would, as is typical in dreaming, shift quite naturally from one event to something entirely different without the usual waking time thread in which one can follow the transitions through. I also remember at one point, since I was exceedingly groggy throughout the dream trying to shake my feeling of sleepiness, that I saw my own image. Not in a mirror but as if I was looking at myself from another vantage point outside myself, and I was utterly embarrassed that my hair was stringy with many bald spots and disgustingly oily. I had the horrid thought that I was presenting myself in front of all these people looking as I did. At another point I recall not being fully clothed. I also noticed that one of the ladies had her bare bottom showing. That was the extent of those brief scenes that did not seem to have any relevance to anything else in the dream. Perhaps the connection there is the overall sense I had throughout the dream that I was caught unprepared for this calling by all of these folks and I felt as if I never had the proper amount of time to properly prepare myself.

Genies. You forgot genies. I believe in Barbara Eden. Wowza!

I figured as much. But if it were posted by a troll it would have been a great way to send a message.