dream meetings

theres no sense of danger at all, walking up a hill along a narrow path. ferns, glowing golden brown on one side, and charred and dead on the other. at the top of the hill you quickly and resolutely slide down the hill, find your balance and race across the road. the way is not as simple for me, the road is suddenly filled with traffic. i know that hesitation will only heighten the (percieved) risk. i follow.

a few days later we discuss my dream and play. or perhaps, we played, and discussed my dream. music is a meditation, a reflective conversation.

dream meeting


scott peterson- electric bass
simeon alev- sax