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The Best Show on WFMU => Show Discussion => Topic started by: KickTheBobo on February 21, 2008, 10:10:08 AM
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So, last night I had a Best Show related dream: I dreamnt that I met a combination Rainier/Crimestick from the board, and he told me that he had a guitar collection which spans every color of the visible spectrum.
has anyone else had any TBSOWFMU/ Scharpling/ FOT -related dreams?
keep it PG-13, please!
(http://kickthebobo.com//bestshowdreams.jpg)
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MAN I wish I had best show dreams!!
Well, I guess i do daydream about smacking that toupee off of james' head.
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I'm... honored?
Yes, honored.
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I've had a few Best Show related dreams. The most memorable one involved a live audience. Rows of folding chairs had been set up for fans to watch The Best Show live in the studio, but not long after the show began the fans began to filter out into the hallway. Before long, the seats in the studio were completely empty. I was appalled! The insolence!
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I had a dream that Tom and I were eating a salad together a few weeks ago. That's it. Just sitting on my couch eating salad.
My dreams are pretty boring.
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I think I had a Best Show nightmare/anxiety dream that everyone hated me or was mean to me in some way, but I can't really remember it. Hopefully it won't come through.
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I had a dream that Tom and I were eating a salad together a few weeks ago. That's it. Just sitting on my couch eating salad.
My dreams are pretty boring.
not sure if this really counts but...
I had a dream the other week where I was eating lunch and FOT Ted Leo made sure my friends and I finished our salad before we left the table.
(quoted for weird salad in dream connection)
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http://www.idreamofhillaryidreamofbarack.com/
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I had a dream that Tom and I were eating a salad together a few weeks ago. That's it. Just sitting on my couch eating salad.
My dreams are pretty boring.
not sure if this really counts but...
I had a dream the other week where I was eating lunch and FOT Ted Leo made sure my friends and I finished our salad before we left the table.
(quoted for weird salad in dream connection)
it counts! because it sounds like TL's Dorito dream.
...the true connection?
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Dreamed that one of my friends was trying to get me to watch a new talk show on C-Span called "We're Not Judging You, They're not Judging You" hosted by Scharpling and Wurster.
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I about fainted when I saw this thread. Friday I had a dream that I was at some sort of outdoor event, possibly a boat marina, when I came upon Dan B and some of his pals. they had been partying for most of the day. The crowd was watching something, like you would watch fireworks. I asked Dan B where his roommate was, knowing that Will Oldham had been staying at his place. I don't exactly remember Dan's response, but I distinctly remember he referred to Will Oldham as "my boy".
The next thing I recall I was handed a casserole and I began scarfing down this slimy, meat like substance. I was confident it was a meat substitute, but some doubt began to set in. There was also macaroni in the dish , but I didn't eat any of it.
I had thought about starting a thread about this dream, but I haven't looked at the board for a few days(insert Twilight Zone music)
Hope this doesn't freak you out, Dan B :o
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I wonder why your dream self was willing to sample the slimy, meatlike substances but eschewed the macaroni? I think most of my dream selves would have done the reverse (some have tastes for which I can't account).
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dreams are the fan fiction of the subconscious
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I had a dream that I picked up a grumpy friend from his warehouse job after working a swing shift. He was dressed in coveralls and was in no mood for any jabbering, he just wanted to get home. I began to wake up during this and that's when I realized that I had just picked the Kid up from a long evening at Consolidated Cardboard.
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I had a dream that I picked up a grumpy friend from his warehouse job after working a swing shift. He was dressed in coveralls and was in no mood for any jabbering, he just wanted to get home. I began to wake up during this and that's when I realized that I had just picked the Kid up from a long evening at Consolidated Cardboard.
And Tom said, "I don't really get down to the loading dock much, I work in the office".
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Well, no wonder he was in no mood for jabbering, then.
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I had a dream i was perched on Tom's head like the rat in Ratatouille forcing him to comb Bob Saget's hair.... It was a daydream.
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I had a dream that Tom and I were eating a salad together a few weeks ago. That's it. Just sitting on my couch eating salad.
My dreams are pretty boring.
not sure if this really counts but...
I had a dream the other week where I was eating lunch and FOT Ted Leo made sure my friends and I finished our salad before we left the table.
(quoted for weird salad in dream connection)
I think the salad represents desire...
Paging Dr. Freud.
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I had a dream based on the realization a few weeks ago that a handful of FOT live in Greenpoint, Brooklyn (as I also do). In my dream I met up with a bunch of people I'd never met to ride bikes as a newly formed bike club (not tall or fixed-gear bikes, mind you) and in the dream we had all met through the show.
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Last night I dreamt that Tom called in to pledge to my father's radio show (the guy in the dream wasn't my actual father, and my father has never had a radio show). He made some crack about wanting the show to continue because it helped him sleep. In the same dream, several unknown FOT and I watched buffcoat's wedding as it was televised on some trashy reality-type show.
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In the same dream, several unknown FOT and I watched buffcoat's wedding as it was televised on some trashy reality-type show.
This really happened, then Gary told me I wasn't the father. I said, "In your FACE, beeatch!" and then I called the whole thing off.
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Annulment?
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I swore to myself recently that I would never get so into The Best Show that I started contributing to the "Best Show Dreams" thread.
Oh well.
Two night ago, I had a mini-dream (whatever that is...kinda of like "half a crumb") involving the Best Show. I dreamed I had a radio show on immediately after The Best Show. Anyway, off the air, Tom was yelling at me for some unknown reason (I think it had something to do with the music I was queuing up). The only thing was, Tom didn't look like Tom. He looked like Jimmy Breslin (Sorry, Tom. If it's any consolation, I think Freud says somewhere that huge eyebrows in dreams represent strength).
The dream ended immediately after that, and I went on to dreaming that I was making pants out of cookie dough. That's the truth.
I'm going to sell the idea to Michel Gondry as soon as possible.
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I had a dream that I was drunk and throwing up during a break dance contest and Ted Leo called me a pussy.
does that count?
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I had a dream that I was drunk and throwing up during a break dance contest and Ted Leo called me a pussy.
does that count?
Now it does, pussy.
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I had a dream that I was drunk and throwing up during a break dance contest and Ted Leo called me a pussy.
does that count?
That happened to me in real life. Does that count?
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I dreamt that my friend was getting married on a cruise ship, and the Marathon Dream Team (Tom, Teddy, Ben, Patton) were all there. Wearing matching tuxedo-shirts, singing barbershop-quartet type songs and taking great advantage of the free bar.
So, um, yeah.
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Last night, I dreamt that I was at a FOT meetup. Tom, Laurie, J-Grote, and I were sitting around a table when Jason Woliner strolled up. I complimented him on Human Giant and then told him that I'd seen the pilot for Delocated and that I thought it was very funny. He got very upset that I'd seen an illegally distributed version of it and called me an asshole.
After he stormed off, Tom looked at me and shook his head in disapproval. I felt awful.
(http://weblogs.variety.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/11/27/no_country0518.jpg)
Then I woke up.
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I swore to myself recently that I would never get so into The Best Show that I started contributing to the "Best Show Dreams" thread.
Oh well.
Two night ago, I had a mini-dream (whatever that is...kinda of like "half a crumb") involving the Best Show. I dreamed I had a radio show on immediately after The Best Show. Anyway, off the air, Tom was yelling at me for some unknown reason (I think it had something to do with the music I was queueueueueueueueueuueueueing up). The only thing was, Tom didn't look like Tom. He looked like Jimmy Breslin (Sorry, Tom. If it's any consolation, I think Freud says somewhere that huge eyebrows in dreams represent strength).
The dream ended immediately after that, and I went on to dreaming that I was making pants out of cookie dough. That's the truth.
I'm going to sell the idea to Michel Gondry as soon as possible.
Fixed!
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Good work, e.j.
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I had a dream Jon called me and asked me to pick him up at the airport but when got there Bonnie (or what i imagine bonnie looking like) had already picked him up.
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I may or may not have had a Best Show dream this very week.
I usually fall asleep in the mornings listening to Adam Carolla, and leave my radio on. Well, right after Carolla comes the Frosty, Heidi and Frank show, and I either dreamed that somebody called that show doing a Philly Boy Roy impression, or, I actually woke up to someone doing just that. Either way, Frank killed the call pretty quick, and seemed to be hip to the idea of Philly Boy Roy. Then I fell back to sleep.
I hope we're not about to enter some era of copy cats.
Any other FH&F listeners on here who might be able to verify this?
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I had a dream of a Wurster call last year. I remembered a good deal of it when I woke up. The caller begins, "Boy, how about this song Young Folks. Peter Bjorn and John. It's everywhere, huh? [this song was in very heavy rotation in Toronto - I assume it was elsewhere - and used in MTV promos]" and some small talk about Peter, Bjorn and John followed. Eventually, Wurster has an announcement. "I'm actually working with those guys, PB & J. Are you coming to Sandwichstock?"
T: "Sandwichstock? What's that?"
J: "Well, Tom, I'm putting together the first sandwich-themed music summer festival. We've got the boys of PB&J - Peter, Bjorn and John - and I'm very excited to announce that Bread are reuniting [though I've just looked them up and discovered several of their members have passed on - my dreaming self was unaware]."
T: "That's great."
J: "Oh yeah. We're hoping to get Hoagy Carmichael too."
T: "Like a hoagie, that's nice. Well, first of all I think he's been dead for several decades."
J: "We'll have to agree to disagree on that. But you know who I'm most jazzed about?"
T: "Who's that?"
J: "BLT, of course!"
T: "BLT, who's that?"
J: "Wait, you have a radio show and you've never heard of BLT? (singing) American lady, gonna rest a while!"
T: Sorry. . .
J: Bacon Lettuce Turnerdrive.
T: (laughing) Bacon Lettuce Turnerdrive? It's Bachman-Turner Overdrive, you idiot."
J: No, it's not. Is it?"
That's all I remembered, but I've got to admit I laughed when I woke up and remembered it.
Anyway, I just signed up for this board. My name's Sam and I'm from the T-Dot, home of the television shows "Prank Patrol" and "Heart of the Annex"; I'm a big fan of the Best Show and look forward to reading the board. Thanks!
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That story could be a Fan Fiction Contest entry.
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Welcome aboard, Charley. Fine first post!
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Charley/Sam, I wish my regular-conscious was half as intelligent as your subconscious. Bacon-Lettuce Turnerdrive! I love it!
Also, prank patrol is from Toronto? Really? I am filled with shame.
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Also, prank patrol is from Toronto? Really? I am filled with shame.
Well, I confess that I'm going on Tom's report of his visit to Toronto - he singled it out as the zenith of Canuck culture. I've just tried to find out where it's filmed, but no luck. That said, I highly recommend this link from the now-back-in-business Wikipedia. It's a story of ninjas and wizards, and I think we can all take something wonderful away from it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prank_Patrol
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I just had one a couple of nights ago. Tom and Jon had formed a band where Tom played guitar and sang, and Jon played stand-up drums. Kind of like Some Velvet Sidewalk. I don't remember any song titles or what they sounded like.
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I had a Wire dream last night. Not exactly Best Show, but somewhat related.
Omar from The Wire was trying to kill me - like chase me down because I had somehow wronged him, & I thought to myself, "It's just business" and I hid/ran from him in a childhood friend's house.
Just thought I'd share, since you guys got me into the Wire (haven't even watched it in a few weeks either).
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Much of my night was passed in Wire dreams, emily. I don't remember any details, but I think all of them were pretty grim. Which is surprising, don't you think?
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hmm, weird.
cool though too.
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Not really. I watched season 5 this week, finishing up the last three episodes yesterday, so it was very fresh in my mind.
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I was going to start a new thread for this but then I remembered this one existed:
Last night I dreamt I owned an "I-Ron's Reggae Challenge" t-shirt and it was the best thing ever. I can still see it perfectly in my mind--there are three silhouettes: a guy doing shotput, a guy doing hurdles and a guy either smoking a joint or drumming, I think it changed. And across the bottom, the name of the band. My dream basically just consisted of me walking around in this t-shirt and everyone being like "wow, I've never heard of them, are they good?"
Guess what I want more than anything in the world, now.
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Last night I dreamt I owned an "I-Ron's Reggae Challenge" t-shirt
Guess what I want more than anything in the world, now.
This has got to happen.
And then I-Ron needs to do a dub platter of "Turlet."
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I once had a dream that Timmy von Trimble and I were driving around in his Barbie Dream Car on the open road, blasting Skrewdriver.
This is probably because this douchebag on another website said this in a "What's the saddest song you've ever heard?" thread:
David Allan Coe-would you lay with me in a field of stone
Saga/Skrewdriver-The Snow Fell
Dropkick Murphys/Skrewdriver- Green Fields Of France
sorry cant [sic] pic [sic] just one
I told him these songs also make me cry but for a very different reason.
By the way, he says he's into "females, white ones for the most part, thats [sic] just my personal preferance [sic]." Also, communism and homosexuality makes him sad. And he spelled Joseph McCarthy's name wrong in his list of heroes. I informed him of this by telling him, "Hey, douchenozzle. You spelled McCarthy wrong in your profile, you creep." He hasn't fixed it or gotten back to me. :'(
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Last night I dreamt I owned an "I-Ron's Reggae Challenge" t-shirt
Guess what I want more than anything in the world, now.
This has got to happen.
For serious.
if someone can actually make that graphic I will give them a trillion dollars and eight thousand hugs.
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I dreamt that 'The Best Show: The Movie' was coming out soon, and giant versions of the B.M Weaver poster were on billboards and in cinemas. Then I went to see Fight Club 2 and it opened with a narration by Edward Norton where he recapped what happened to him in the first film, which included the bizarre 4th wall-breaking statement "this wasn't fun. Movies are supposed to be fun". And when he says that, it cuts to a picture of the Best Show poster... like implying that the TBS film will be loads of fun.
Then another night I dreamt that I was researching for a thesis of some sort, and there seemed to be loads of academic papers written about the poster, with titles like 'Metaphor and Allusion in Brian Michael Weavers Best Show Poster'.
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admittedly, i am very jealous of all of you. ive had no BEST SHOW dreams ever.
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My wife dreamed last night that she was married to Tom Scharpling, but felt that she had made a mistake, and wished that she had married me instead. Tom kept making her go to malls that she didn't want to go to, and was rude to her.
Since she often accuses me of emulating Tom's on-air behaviour, I guess the interpretation of this one isn't that difficult.
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with a date at some party in New York, at which Tom and Ted Leo recognize me. We start laughing and joking, and one-uping, as if we're old friends. I guess we were, in the dream. Anyway, that was cool, the girl was hooked at that point, (she's a fan of Ted and hadn't known that I knew him). Then later in the night, Tom, Ted and I are doing coke somewhere. We were in a car, parked .
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Last night I dreamt I owned an "I-Ron's Reggae Challenge" t-shirt
Guess what I want more than anything in the world, now.
This has got to happen.
For serious.
if someone can actually make that graphic I will give them a trillion dollars and eight thousand hugs.
(http://www.kickthebobo.com/Reggae_Challenge2.jpg)
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Holy Moly! That's going to be the best T-shirt ever! Kick the Bobo, I salute you!
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Damn you, Bobo, you did it again.
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(http://www.kickthebobo.com/Reggae_Challenge2.jpg)
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the hugs are in the mail.
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And the trillion?
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I made mens and womens Cafepress I-Ron t-shirts with the intention of linking them here, but I don't think it works that way. But if I can do that without even knowing what I'm doing, then so can you!
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And the trillion?
in the mail...in the future!
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(http://www.kickthebobo.com/Reggae_Challenge2.jpg)
i believe "genius" is not too strong a word...
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is that I-Chuck on the left?
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is that I-Chuck on the left?
I belive I-Chuck is the drummer, who keeps the beat while everyone else does hurdles and shot-put (and then smokes up of course).
"My Morning Jacket my favorite reggae band, mon!"
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I had a dream not too long ago that I went to see Bob Dylan & Bruce Springsteen in concert (in my dream they were a duet). The opening act was Corey Harris of Mother 13.
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I had a Seven Second Delay dream the other night,
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I had a Seven Second Delay dream the other night,
New regime! First against the wall!
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It was probably inspired by the 7SD house party and my meeting with Ken about this radio play show - one of the guys who's doing the show with me was there. We were out to dinner with Ken and Andy, and it was all being broadcast live. I had a great time, but remember thinking, "this is going to make terrible radio."
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The Best Show is on Wed morning for me here in Japan. I'll wake up and turn it on get dressed, cook breakfast and so on. Sometimes I fall back asleep however. One time I had a dream that occurred as I was sleeping with the show on. Tom had invited me to his house to watch him record the show. He was very nice to me and I was totally flattered. He kept on asking if I wanted to come on air with him during the breaks, but I declined saying that I'd rather sit out on his nice porch and listen to him do the show live.
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The Best Show is on Wed morning for me here in Japan. I'll wake up and turn it on get dressed, cook breakfast and so on. Sometimes I fall back asleep however. One time I had a dream that occurred as I was sleeping with the show on. Tom had invited me to his house to watch him record the show. He was very nice to me and I was totally flattered. He kept on asking if I wanted to come on air with him during the breaks, but I declined saying that I'd rather sit out on his nice porch and listen to him do the show live.
Porch!?!
Wow. Now that takes me back to the old WFMU house in East Orange, New Jersey.
Sweet dreams.
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This morning, I had a very exciting dream: Tom and Ted were at my house, and I made them coffee. Tom asked for one teaspoon of sugar in his, and I was careful not to commit the gaucherie of offering cream. I awoke with a strong yen for a cup of joe (I haven't had any in months) and just now caved in to temptation, purchasing some nice organic dark-roast beans from my sister and brewing myself a strong cup, which I have doctored with equally organic sugar and raw cream (I'm so pure).
I should be alert for the show tonight. But that will be counterbalanced by the mojitos I plan to make to consume as I listen.
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I recently dreamt that I was listening to a quiz show hosted by Tom and got really mad when I found out it was a rerun (or podcast?) and I couldn't call in to win anything.
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This morning, I had a very exciting dream: Tom and Ted were at my house, and I made them coffee. Tom asked for one teaspoon of sugar in his, and I was careful not to commit the gaucherie of offering cream. I awoke with a strong yen for a cup of joe (I haven't had any in months) and just now caved in to temptation, purchasing some nice organic dark-roast beans from my sister and brewing myself a strong cup, which I have doctored with equally organic sugar and raw cream (I'm so pure).
I should be alert for the show tonight. But that will be counterbalanced by the mojitos I plan to make to consume as I listen.
Save some coffee for next Tuesday, Sarah.
This week only: Are We There Yet? with Tamar
Special: Tamar fills in for Tom Scharpling tonight
Sorry.
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I blame you.
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I dreamt that 'The Best Show: The Movie' was coming out soon, and giant versions of the B.M Weaver poster were on billboards and in cinemas.
In a semi-meta twist, I dreamt last night that I was at a cinema in Germany to see the premiere of The Best Show Movie (I think this is linked to me recently discovering that Monk is quite popular in Germany, so I guess it'd make sense to open Tom's movie there?????!!!). And indeed, giant Weaver posters were all over the place, advertising it. And I met Tom there. At first I thought it was just a lookalike or something, then I realised that the movie tour must be the reason why he'd missed a few recent shows. I asked him if he got the idea to use the Weaver poster as the movie poster from my post in the 'Best Show Dreams' thread.
What an exhausting night!
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In my dream last night I went to Gonerfest.
I missed the first day because I hadn't realized it was Friday already - I had been sitting at my desk for an entire week & forgot to get up or to even buy my plane ticket (I think this speaks to how I feel about my current job).
When I arrived at Gonerfest on Saturday, (which was held in CA) I met Tom Verlaine ? ? ? who told me he was playing there with another band. He was wearing a really eccentric outfit with lots of neon colors.
That's all I remember.
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i think this means you need a vacation, emily. bring it to midtown (memphis).
california can wait.
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The Best Show is on Wed morning for me here in Japan. I'll wake up and turn it on get dressed, cook breakfast and so on. Sometimes I fall back asleep however. One time I had a dream that occurred as I was sleeping with the show on. Tom had invited me to his house to watch him record the show. He was very nice to me and I was totally flattered. He kept on asking if I wanted to come on air with him during the breaks, but I declined saying that I'd rather sit out on his nice porch and listen to him do the show live.
I had the inverse of this dream last night. Tom invited all the FOTs to come over and listen to him do the show. As everybody's filing out afterward, I somehow produced a knapsack and ask him if it's OK to do a load of laundry before I leave. He looked stunned for a second, then says "You're not Captain Jack, are you?" I stammered out an embarrassed "no" and beat a hasty path out.
(I have no idea where that came from - I'm actually a good houseguest. It's like dreams are my FOTchan. Why couldn't I have been as considerate as you or Sarah?)
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I only remember a 'scene' from this dream last night but Wurster and I were either A) in a band together and it was our first practice or B) were playing on the same record and he was playing that drum beat from that Mountain Goats video that was posted. I had just walked into the practice space (which doesn't exist in real life) and was setting down my stuff and chit chatting.
The only surreal part (other than everything; now that I think about it) is that Wursters drumsticks were abnormally huge. Not comedy huge but 'wow, that's a big drum stick' huge. I remember talking to him about how cool the snare drum sound was for the Mountain Goats stuff and we talked about snare drums and mic's and sticks. Now I'm going to go watch the video again to see if his drumsticks really were that huge or if it was some phallic detail my subconscious created.
I was thrilled when I remembered this dream snippet on my way to work because I had a place to write about it.
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I had a dream last night that The Best Show was broadcasting live from the Foxwood's Casino in Connecticut. Dave from Knoxville and Ericka from Baltimore were live in the "studio." I am so sorry, Dave, but you looked like Les Claypool in the dream for no apparent reason.
Anyway, I walked in and Tom called Security. I was promptly kicked out. Tom was totally convinced I was an insane Rupert Pupkin-style fanatic and thought it was weird that I came all the way to Foxwoods for the broadcast. I tried to explain that I was already at Foxwoods for a birthday party, but he would have none of it.
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i had my first Best Show dream...involving Tom. unfortunately, it's rated Fotchan only.
and Tom had 2 daughters.
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I had a dream last night that The Best Show was broadcasting live from the Foxwood's Casino in Connecticut. Dave from Knoxville and Ericka from Baltimore were live in the "studio." I am so sorry, Dave, but you looked like Les Claypool in the dream for no apparent reason.
Anyway, I walked in and Tom called Security. I was promptly kicked out. Tom was totally convinced I was an insane Rupert Pupkin-style fanatic and thought it was weird that I came all the way to Foxwoods for the broadcast. I tried to explain that I was already at Foxwoods for a birthday party, but he would have none of it.
The resemblance IS uncanny!
(http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee183/gaughin/les-claypool.jpg)
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i had my first Best Show dream...involving Tom. unfortunately, it's rated Fotchan only.
and Tom had 2 daughters.
Zowie!!
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I have too many inhibitions to tell about it, but I think it made me have a crush on Tom. I hope I have a nightmare tonight to knock that out of my brain.
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I have too many inhibitions to tell about it, but I think it made me have a crush on Tom. I hope I have a nightmare tonight to knock that out of my brain.
ask your husband if he'll knock it out of you.
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Had a dream involving Bill Cheetah narrating my whole day.
"He's going up to his seminar - he sure can climb those stairs"
"Gonna give a speech... Take it away, Samir!"
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I never remember my dreams, but my girlfriend said that I yelled get off my car with GOMP-like cadence.
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I have too many inhibitions to tell about it, but I think it made me have a crush on Tom. I hope I have a nightmare tonight to knock that out of my brain.
ask your husband if he'll knock it out of you.
He's afraid I'd hit him back.
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Jason Grote was in my dream last night.
We lived in the same apt. complex in Coney Island and he was playing his records really loudly.
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Jason Grote was in my dream last night.
We lived in the same apt. complex in Coney Island and he was playing his records really loudly.
Did you pinch his cheeks or have a cook out?
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Jason Grote was in my dream last night.
We lived in the same apt. complex in Coney Island and he was playing his records really loudly.
Sorry. But you can always just pound on the wall and I'll turn it down.
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Dreams have no relations with your real life... because dreams are the sensations of our thinking process, we feel in our deep sleep... we may dream positive to what we think or we may even dream quite opposite to whatever we think, wish, expect, love, hate, need, lost, gained... something we experience mentally...
REMEMBER, WE DO NOT SEE DREAMS...
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That's an interesting point, Elsdon.
I dreamt last night that I was wearing my "Gorch" t-shirt, and bumped into someone wearing a newer, more exciting Gorch shirt. We chatted in a friendly way, and walked down the street together. We ran into Pat K., who my new acquaintance knew.
I was surprised that Pat K. didn't look anything like his avatar. (I'm actually always surprised in the "Post Your Picture" thread when people don't look like their avatar. And don't even get me started on Grote and Susannah...)
In real life, the only social encounter that I've had as a result of my Gorch shirt was some guy who walked up to me and said "I don't understand your shirt" in a tone that suggested I was causing him some frustration by wearing an obscure t-shirt.
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In real life, the only social encounter that I've had as a result of my Gorch shirt was some guy who walked up to me and said "I don't understand your shirt" in a tone that suggested I was causing him some frustration by wearing an obscure t-shirt.
I've been asked if I'm from Newbridge before. (To clarify, in response to the Newbridge shirt- if someone asked that in response to the Gorch shirt it would be much cooler.)
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Elsdon, please post more. You're like the reincarnation of Flooney!
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I dreamed I called in on a land line and Mike rejected my call because my "cell-phone" connection was bad.
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In an otherwise totally non-best show related dream, I found a graphic novel written by Tom Scharpling, and I was upset he hadn't let me draw it. I was still excited to read it though!
Hey Tom, let me draw your comic! If you do, we will put Marvel out of business.
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Elsdon, please post more. You're like the reincarnation of Flooney!
Why must you tempt us with such promises, Killah?!
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Elsdon, please post more. You're like the reincarnation of Flooney!
Why must you tempt us with such promises, Killah?!
I know, I miss Elsdon already.
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I dreamt that I found a jacket on the sidewalk that was very similar to a jacket I already own, but pinstriped. When I examined it, I saw that it had a tag on it that said "Spoony." It fit me perfectly!
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In real life, the only social encounter that I've had as a result of my Gorch shirt was some guy who walked up to me and said "I don't understand your shirt" in a tone that suggested I was causing him some frustration by wearing an obscure t-shirt.
that exact thing is the reason i've yet to break out my Scar Face shirt. i feel like the chance it will be recognized by an FOT is not worth the flood of people telling me its the wrong quote and not understanding its a joke, maybe even getting mad at me.
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In real life, the only social encounter that I've had as a result of my Gorch shirt was some guy who walked up to me and said "I don't understand your shirt" in a tone that suggested I was causing him some frustration by wearing an obscure t-shirt.
that exact thing is the reason i've yet to break out my Scar Face shirt. i feel like the chance it will be recognized by an FOT is not worth the flood of people telling me its the wrong quote and not understanding its a joke, maybe even getting mad at me.
I *think* there were a few FOTs in the audience at the Mountain Goats show, but I'm not sure. No one commented on my Scar-face shirt but someone besides me did make a Philadelphia-related yell. I can't imagine how weird it would be to just coincidentally run into a FOT.
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Last night, I dreamed I bumped into Tom at some sort of cafeteria. He had a huge afro.
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Two Best Show dreams in one night! They may have been linked somehow but it's not necessary.
In the first Tom GOMPed Julie, but found she wouldn't leave. She took over the show.
In the second, I boarded the Best Show Bus, driven by Tom and populated by FOTs. Tom was wearing a drab city bus driver's uniform, and did not look at all like the pictures I've seen. Frankly, he looked awful. The bus only ran during the show, and while hosting live on air from the driver's seat, Tom would pick each FOT up in front of his or her home (he'd also drop them off again at the end of the night). He had one of those huge steering wheels mounted right in the middle of his mixing board.
I was pleased that Tom was much more polite and accommodating than I thought he'd be. When I realized halfway through the trip that I'd forgotten something at my house, he drove all the way back and cheerfully agreed to wait for me while I ran inside.
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This is my first FOT dream, indeed my first ever FOT post.
Last night I dreamt that I was in Cincinnati waiting outside a local community center to attend a "Society of Yetta Lovers" meeting. The door was locked, and as people started to arrive I said, "So, are you guys here for the Yetta Lovers meeting?" "Yep," they replied. All in all, the Yetta lovers were not such a welcoming group, but I was glad to be there just the same.
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Yetta Lovers are very welcoming. You would never find a locked door and Yetta is always in attendance. I hope you don't have anymore unhappy Yetta dreams. Unless you are trying to kill me, she will love you.
Also, I would never dream of taking over Tom's show. That other show is another story.
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Last night I dreamt that Larry the Perv had somehow replaced Joe the Plumber, and no one noticed until it was too late.
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In my dream:
I was "producing" this event Tom was hosting... some sort of live panel-quiz. Tom was crammed into a glass booth with a bunch of minor celebrities, with the two teams to be seated slightly above the booth on either side, in much better conditions. One of the teams was the Stereophonics, the other never showed up. I became increasingly concerned about health & safety as more and more minor celebrities piled into the booth, but Tom was far more concerned I get him an "Apple Frosting" - a type of cake - and a drink with a similarly insane name (that I've forgotten). I assured Tom that since we were somewhere in Eng-uh-land, none of the local bakers would carry, or would've ever heard of, this "Apple Frosting". He was insistent.
As I was hunting for the Apple Frosting, the whole thing digressed into me being terrorised at knife-point by a Street Punk from an 80s movie or videogame, only to be inadvertently rescued by Needles from Back to the Future II.
It was my first Best Show dream. I did not like it.
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Last night I dreamnt that I was at a party at Jillian Barberie's house. Tom was there, but wasn't really socializing much because he was working on his Phd dissertation with a Kindle.
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I used to do college radio, then community radio, and eventually the 'I'm late for a test and I never went to the class in the first place' anxiety dream got replaced with the 'I'm on in 2 minutes and wtf happened to the cd shelves I can't find anything I'm not even sure what I want to play oh no' anxiety dream.
So anyway I had that recently but it was set at WFMU (where I've never been) and I was following Tom which compounded the whole pressure aspect, not having it together and having to follow his show.
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not best show-related, more FOT-related:
i keep meaning to post that weeks ago Sarah was in my dream. or the version of Sarah from the FOT picture thread. i dont remember what the dream involved anymore but it's NOT Chinatown worthy. i have clean dreams.
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Are you talking about the photos in the thread where we posted pictures of ourselves? She was sort of fun, that Sarah. The current Sarah is much more exhausted.
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i'm talking about Smiling-and-Fun-Looking Sarah. i don't know Exhausted Sarah.
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I hope she acquitted herself well in your dream. She is honored to have been included.
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Last night I had a dream that Tom tapped me to fill in as host with about 1 min's notice. I remember getting a call from Philly Boy Roy and thinking, "okay, here we go...." but I wasn't in on what he was going to do so I was totally winging it and doing a mediocre job at best.
The next day the FOT board was lit up with people saying horrible things about me. They'd even found stuff I've done prior to my Best Show debut on the internet (not porn) and photoshopped me saying stupid things on them, etc.
All I can say is, even though it was a dream, I apologize, H-Man, for judging you harshly on your first appearance (is it called an appearance if it's on the radio?) on The Best Show.
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Last night I dreamt that I was a watching a bizarre cartoon that Tom & Jon had ostensibly taken out the audio for and replaced with a new bit of theirs. Jon's character was this creepy, roided-out Ronald McDonald knock-off who had kidnapped Tom's character (can't remember what he looked like) and was forcing him to help improve an unpublished book of short stories he had written, with the promise that Jon would murder him afterward. Tom began by reading a "supplement" at the very end of the book that was written like an introduction. Tom asked why Jon didn't move that to the beginning and Jon loved that idea so much he made a very happy and grateful death threat in response. Next, there was an illustrated story about a little raincloud that rained on a sick dog and brought him back to health . Tom suggested that this was a fable and Jon balked at that, saying the dog probably got better from taking steroids. Jon then got madder and more confused about the little raincloud. For some reason he eventually started yelling everything and stomping his foot to the tune of rock songs like "Seven Nation Army" and "Oh! You Pretty Things." Eventually this little girl who was in the cartoon helped Tom escape, but he had a heart attack while running away from some guys with guns and the S+W portion of the dream pretty much ended.
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Last night I dreamt that I was a watching a bizarre cartoon that Tom & Jon had ostensibly taken out the audio for and replaced with a new bit of theirs. Jon's character was this creepy, roided-out Ronald McDonald knock-off who had kidnapped Tom's character (can't remember what he looked like) and was forcing him to help improve an unpublished book of short stories he had written, with the promise that Jon would murder him afterward. Tom began by reading a "supplement" at the very end of the book that was written like an introduction. Tom asked why Jon didn't move that to the beginning and Jon loved that idea so much he made a very happy and grateful death threat in response. Next, there was an illustrated story about a little raincloud that rained on a sick dog and brought him back to health . Tom suggested that this was a fable and Jon balked at that, saying the dog probably got better from taking steroids. Jon then got madder and more confused about the little raincloud. For some reason he eventually started yelling everything and stomping his foot to the tune of rock songs like "Seven Nation Army" and "Oh! You Pretty Things." Eventually this little girl who was in the cartoon helped Tom escape, but he had a heart attack while running away from some guys with guns and the S+W portion of the dream pretty much ended.
WOW.
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I had a dream last night where I was, for some reason, invited to sit in on a Best Show. I was taken there on some sort of trolley. In front of me were Tom and AP Mike. I don't remember what kind of vehicle Tom was in but Mike was being pulled in what looked like a wheel barrow. I got to the building where the show was happening and was directed to the room they were in which was a really seedy apartment with even more seedy looking people inside. After sitting there for a while some guy came in that looked like "Bob" from Twin Peaks and said something weird and we all kind of laughed it off. He seemed offended and left. Later on he came back wearing someone else's scalp. I ran away. That's all I remember. It was pretty frightening. I realize that no one will probably read this, I just had to get it off my chest.
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After sitting there for a while some guy came in that looked like "Bob" from Twin Peaks and said something weird and we all kind of laughed it off. He seemed offended and left. Later on he came back wearing someone else's scalp. I ran away.
Oh, that was just Stan being Stan.
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I had a dream last night where I was, for some reason, invited to sit in on a Best Show. I was taken there on some sort of trolley. In front of me were Tom and AP Mike. I don't remember what kind of vehicle Tom was in but Mike was being pulled in what looked like a wheel barrow. I got to the building where the show was happening and was directed to the room they were in which was a really seedy apartment with even more seedy looking people inside. After sitting there for a while some guy came in that looked like "Bob" from Twin Peaks and said something weird and we all kind of laughed it off. He seemed offended and left. Later on he came back wearing someone else's scalp. I ran away. That's all I remember. It was pretty frightening. I realize that no one will probably read this, I just had to get it off my chest.
What a coincidence! I just interviewed several candidates I was considering hiring as my personal rickshaw driver! Also, I know whose scalp that was. It must have fell out of my briefcase.
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Oh my God, do I ever have one, from last night. I am giving JasonGrote a good 2 hours advance notice to start hiding from me before I post it though.
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Oh my God, do I ever have one, from last night. I am giving JasonGrote a good 2 hours advance notice to start hiding from me before I post it though.
I can not wait for this!
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Oh my God, do I ever have one, from last night. I am giving JasonGrote a good 2 hours advance notice to start hiding from me before I post it though.
I can not wait for this!
oh boy!
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Has DFK posted since this last post?
Has Grote????
I'm worried.
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I had a dream that I was in jail for some reason and the jail was just a big cafeteria and Tom was hosting his radio station from behind the place where they serve the food. I went to tell Tom I was a big fan and he had just started talking about how he hated having to work with all those criminals. I didn't approach him. I also never found out what I was in jail for.
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I had a dream that I was in jail for some reason and the jail was just a big cafeteria and Tom was hosting his radio station from behind the place where they serve the food. I went to tell Tom I was a big fan and he had just started talking about how he hated having to work with all those criminals. I didn't approach him. I also never found out what I was in jail for.
Rocking too hard?
I still can't wait to hear DFK's dream about Grote. I'm going to twitter him about it right ... NOW!
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So.
Grote shows up at my office door one day. I recognize him immediately from the picture on my copy of his script '1001'. And of course, I am delighted to see him. He explains that he's been drafted into some sort of Arts for the Appalachias program for the summer, that he will be hosted at the University of Tennessee by their theater department, and that as part of his summer project, he will present one-day workshops at various small colleges and community colleges.
Then, suddenly, it's much later in the summer, and things have not gone well. For some reason he will not talk about, the major source of funding dried up, and at some point he was assigned to share an office with me throughout the summer. And he hates it, and he can't get out of it, and he hates me, because I have been like some fawning obsequious sycophant who never gave him any peace. His play's a disaster (the accents ruined every role he tried to smooth over) and the workshops all fell through.
I try so hard to be nice to him, but it's like the relationship between Gomer Pyle and Sgt Carter. I keep literally tripping over him, and spilling stuff on his papers, and he goes red with anger when he sees me. I am worried that he's going to blow out an aneurysm, and he keeps muttering that I should just kill myself.
Then, it's a couple of years later, and he's a guest on the Best Show, and he and Tom start talking about his time in Knoxville, and he is nothing but gracious about me OR the town. Tom asks him if he would do it again, and he says "fuck no."
I wake up.
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I dreamed that PFT and I were married.
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I am worried that he's going to blow out an aneurysm, and he keeps muttering that I should just kill myself.
This does sound like Jason Grote. He sends me PMs to this effect on a regular basis.
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I dreamed that PFT and I were married.
Would you say you are more like Clay, Walter, or Rebecca?
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Tom asks him if he would do it again, and he says "fuck no."
Grote! Now yer gonna be lumped in there with toilet mouths like Aimee Mann and Paul F Tompkins.
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i cant stop laughing and i have no one to share this story with who will have any idea what im talking about.
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I dreamed that PFT and I were married.
Would you say you are more like Clay, Walter, or Rebecca?
I had the same haircut in high school :-\
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fd/Pidgeon_Dawning.jpg)
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I dreamed that PFT and I were married.
Would you say you are more like Clay, Walter, or Rebecca?
I had the same haircut in high school :-\
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fd/Pidgeon_Dawning.jpg)
I love her. I bet I love you too.
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I'm flattered, dave from knoxville
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i thought you were hot in your avatar. i'm feeling pretty let down.
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So.
Grote shows up at my office door one day. I recognize him immediately from the picture on my copy of his script '1001'. And of course, I am delighted to see him. He explains that he's been drafted into some sort of Arts for the Appalachias program for the summer, that he will be hosted at the University of Tennessee by their theater department, and that as part of his summer project, he will present one-day workshops at various small colleges and community colleges.
Then, suddenly, it's much later in the summer, and things have not gone well. For some reason he will not talk about, the major source of funding dried up, and at some point he was assigned to share an office with me throughout the summer. And he hates it, and he can't get out of it, and he hates me, because I have been like some fawning obsequious sycophant who never gave him any peace. His play's a disaster (the accents ruined every role he tried to smooth over) and the workshops all fell through.
I try so hard to be nice to him, but it's like the relationship between Gomer Pyle and Sgt Carter. I keep literally tripping over him, and spilling stuff on his papers, and he goes red with anger when he sees me. I am worried that he's going to blow out an aneurysm, and he keeps muttering that I should just kill myself.
Then, it's a couple of years later, and he's a guest on the Best Show, and he and Tom start talking about his time in Knoxville, and he is nothing but gracious about me OR the town. Tom asks him if he would do it again, and he says "fuck no."
I wake up.
Aw, Dave! I would never be that mean to you. The funny thing is, though, is that you are actually describing an amalgam of my recent real-life experiences:
University teaching gig in Appalachia, check;
Disastrous college production of 1001, check;
My getting pretty annoyed at the U. that did 1001 (not because of the disastrous production, which is par for the course, but because they way overscheduled me and I was tired the whole trip), check;
Casualty of budget cuts, check;
Aggravating office-mate (an otherwise very nice colleague who has only recently become comfortable with silence, after TWO AND A HALF YEARS), check;
My being on the air on WFMU and carelessly slagging off whole geographic reasons (which I didn't mean and immediately regretted), check;
My generally not wanting to return to most places where I've had residencies (worst one: Cedar Rapids, IA, in January), check;
My muttering under my breath that things should just die (though not at Dave, or any individual, just at theater generally), check.
But don't worry, Dave! Under an official rule that I just made up, your powercaller status is transferable to the Acousmatic Theater Hour.
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So.
Grote shows up at my office door one day. I recognize him immediately from the picture on my copy of his script '1001'. And of course, I am delighted to see him. He explains that he's been drafted into some sort of Arts for the Appalachias program for the summer, that he will be hosted at the University of Tennessee by their theater department, and that as part of his summer project, he will present one-day workshops at various small colleges and community colleges.
Then, suddenly, it's much later in the summer, and things have not gone well. For some reason he will not talk about, the major source of funding dried up, and at some point he was assigned to share an office with me throughout the summer. And he hates it, and he can't get out of it, and he hates me, because I have been like some fawning obsequious sycophant who never gave him any peace. His play's a disaster (the accents ruined every role he tried to smooth over) and the workshops all fell through.
I try so hard to be nice to him, but it's like the relationship between Gomer Pyle and Sgt Carter. I keep literally tripping over him, and spilling stuff on his papers, and he goes red with anger when he sees me. I am worried that he's going to blow out an aneurysm, and he keeps muttering that I should just kill myself.
Then, it's a couple of years later, and he's a guest on the Best Show, and he and Tom start talking about his time in Knoxville, and he is nothing but gracious about me OR the town. Tom asks him if he would do it again, and he says "fuck no."
I wake up.
Aw, Dave! I would never be that mean to you. The funny thing is, though, is that you are actually describing an amalgam of my recent real-life experiences:
University teaching gig in Appalachia, check;
Disastrous college production of 1001, check;
My getting pretty annoyed at the U. that did 1001 (not because of the disastrous production, which is par for the course, but because they way overscheduled me and I was tired the whole trip), check;
Casualty of budget cuts, check;
Aggravating office-mate (an otherwise very nice colleague who has only recently become comfortable with silence, after TWO AND A HALF YEARS), check;
My being on the air on WFMU and carelessly slagging off whole geographic reasons (which I didn't mean and immediately regretted), check;
My generally not wanting to return to most places where I've had residencies (worst one: Cedar Rapids, IA, in January), check;
My muttering under my breath that things should just die (though not at Dave, or any individual, just at theater generally), check.
But don't worry, Dave! Under an official rule that I just made up, your powercaller status is transferable to the Acousmatic Theater Hour.
I will begin to call 10 times a week!!! HEH low GROOOOOOOOOOOOOTE
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So.
Grote shows up at my office door one day. I recognize him immediately from the picture on my copy of his script '1001'. And of course, I am delighted to see him. He explains that he's been drafted into some sort of Arts for the Appalachias program for the summer, that he will be hosted at the University of Tennessee by their theater department, and that as part of his summer project, he will present one-day workshops at various small colleges and community colleges.
Then, suddenly, it's much later in the summer, and things have not gone well. For some reason he will not talk about, the major source of funding dried up, and at some point he was assigned to share an office with me throughout the summer. And he hates it, and he can't get out of it, and he hates me, because I have been like some fawning obsequious sycophant who never gave him any peace. His play's a disaster (the accents ruined every role he tried to smooth over) and the workshops all fell through.
I try so hard to be nice to him, but it's like the relationship between Gomer Pyle and Sgt Carter. I keep literally tripping over him, and spilling stuff on his papers, and he goes red with anger when he sees me. I am worried that he's going to blow out an aneurysm, and he keeps muttering that I should just kill myself.
Then, it's a couple of years later, and he's a guest on the Best Show, and he and Tom start talking about his time in Knoxville, and he is nothing but gracious about me OR the town. Tom asks him if he would do it again, and he says "fuck no."
I wake up.
Aw, Dave! I would never be that mean to you. The funny thing is, though, is that you are actually describing an amalgam of my recent real-life experiences:
University teaching gig in Appalachia, check;
Disastrous college production of 1001, check;
My getting pretty annoyed at the U. that did 1001 (not because of the disastrous production, which is par for the course, but because they way overscheduled me and I was tired the whole trip), check;
Casualty of budget cuts, check;
Aggravating office-mate (an otherwise very nice colleague who has only recently become comfortable with silence, after TWO AND A HALF YEARS), check;
My being on the air on WFMU and carelessly slagging off whole geographic reasons (which I didn't mean and immediately regretted), check;
My generally not wanting to return to most places where I've had residencies (worst one: Cedar Rapids, IA, in January), check;
My muttering under my breath that things should just die (though not at Dave, or any individual, just at theater generally), check.
But don't worry, Dave! Under an official rule that I just made up, your powercaller status is transferable to the Acousmatic Theater Hour.
I will begin to call 10 times a week!!! HEH low GROOOOOOOOOOOOOTE
This whole affair is AWESOME!
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Not Best Show related, but I just took a nap where I had a dream about a Bill Murray encounter. It was at some sort of meet and greet at a college that I stumbled upon. When I approached Mr. Murray to shake his hand he said, "So did you come to meet Bill Murray's hand?" And then when I posed for a photo with him, he secretly slipped me $0.25 and said, "Now go get yourself something nice. You look like shit."
Awesome.
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...but it is FOT board-related. i'll take it.
PS what an insane dream.
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I had this weird dream last night about Tom driving a Greyhound-like bus from Newbridge to Boston. It was quite strange, but I did get to talk to him about random stuff like my Filipino heritage and my love for this girl.
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I'm not proud of it, but I seem to have had a dream which involved Fredericks last week.
Or his voice/laugh/cough, anyway.
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I've never had a dream about the Best Show, but now I have a Best Show dream: someone in my office just sent an e-mail saying that we have six Wawa orange crates available for anyone to take if they want them, presumably for storage purposes or moving.
I choose to view the combination of Wawa and orange crates as a sign that I should take all six and use them as furniture in a Philly Boy Roy/Best Show-themed bar and restaurant. There's already a restaurant called Roy's in Philadelphia, so I may call it Roy Jr's. Or Planet Ziegler?
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I dreamed I met Paul F. Thompkins at a party and realized afterwards I had never told him I called the Best Show a lot. It really distressed me, because I thought that might have made us friends.
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I dreamed I met Paul F. Thompkins at a party and realized afterwards I had never told him I called the Best Show a lot. It really distressed me, because I thought that might have made us friends.
He might recognize your voice, though. There's always that.
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I dreamed I met Paul F. Thompkins at a party and realized afterwards I had never told him I called the Best Show a lot. It really distressed me, because I thought that might have made us friends.
He might recognize your voice, though. There's always that.
What if he did recognize my voice, and then he definitely didn't want to be friends? That would be bad.
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I know this is really sad, but I actually had a dream recently that both PFT and Ted Leo started following me on Twitter. I was so happy. When I woke up, I couldn't figure out if it was true or not, so I checked my Twitter to make sure. I was disappointed.
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I know this is really sad, but I actually had a dream recently that both PFT and Ted Leo started following me on Twitter. I was so happy. When I woke up, I couldn't figure out if it was true or not, so I checked my Twitter to make sure. I was disappointed.
It might sound sad, but I completely understand.
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I dreamed I met Paul F. Thompkins at a party and realized afterwards I had never told him I called the Best Show a lot. It really distressed me, because I thought that might have made us friends.
He might recognize your voice, though. There's always that.
What if he did recognize my voice, and then he definitely didn't want to be friends? That would be bad.
Because my voice is so recognizable, I never open my mouth when I am staking out my prey meeting my idols.
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Forgot to share this. A couple weeks ago I had a dream I was kicking it in Miami with Laurie and her family. Don't remember much about it, but Dahddy was a lot younger and hipper than I expected. Cool dude, dere.
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I have had a few Best Show related dreams. I met Tom in a dream about a week ago and recently, unrelated to the plot of the dream I was having, Jon Wurster walked through the room, said hi to me, shook my hand, then walked up this scaffolding that was going out the window and around the building I was in. Following behind him was a line of people who were like helpers on the tours he's on. I like Best Show dreams.
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I know I have, but I can't remember anything about them.
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Last night I dreamed that I was at a party over at Tom's house. I was hanging out with the delightful Jillian Barberie and bs'ing about this or that when I excused myself to go wash my hands. I became a bit flustered when I discovered that the bathroom sink had been converted into an ad hoc hibachi grill, which had (presumably) veggie burgers cooking on it.
end of dream.
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Last night I actually dreamed that Herzog had agreed to appear on the Mike Show, but that he sent word he was bringing "two airline pilots" with him. I assumed this was a veiled reference to Dieter and the actor that portrayed him, Christian Bale, even though Dieter wasn't a commercial airline pilot. I woke up before I could verify this theory. Maybe it was just two regular pilots.
I'd say this is a possible sign that Tom or Mike should try to get Christian Bale too, but there's no way he could keep it hard G.
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May I suggest, Chris L., that the "two airline pilots" were symbols for "death" and "the ecstatic truth"?
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One night I went to sleep while listening to the Mike Show and had a dream that the person who lives above me died and began decomposing, resulting in a disgusting leak in my ceiling. I think it's related.
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I had a dream the other night that I was watching an episode of Break Room Live. Marc Maron and Sam Sedar were waxing nostalgic on their past episodes when Sam mentioned that Tom had contributed to their show at some point as a correspondent. As he said this, a still photo came up on the screen of Tom riding a razor scooter.
That night I also had a dream involving Todd Glass and Todd Barry. It was a comedian dream spectacular!
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May I resurrect an old thread?
Monday night I had a dream I was in my high school auditorium (I'm 10 years out of HS) and the girl in front of me said a curse word to the speaker, one of my old teachers.
I told the girl she needed to keep it "Hard G," and she asked where it (the reference of "Hard G") was from. In my dream, I was able to say "The Best Show on WFMU," but then I woke up.
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I dreamt last night that I was in D.C. and someone was ordering something very complicated and I didn't catch the entire order but Jon Wurster was there and he caught it and he called my cell phone and left me a message with the order in the form of a riddle. It was awesome. I was also there with him and some other people at the White House and we were hanging out in that kitchen and the head maid was saying how Michelle Obama insisted on a swedish chef and how the maids/butlers didn't like that.
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Last night I dreamed I was out in the countryside somewhere and decided to call the show, but the only thing I could think to ask Tom when I got on the air was whether or not he likes any Mike Leigh movies. Instant hang-up.
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Dreamed that one of my friends was trying to get me to watch a new talk show on C-Span called "We're Not Judging You, They're not Judging You" hosted by Scharpling and Wurster.
That would be an awesome show.
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Best Show-related dream last night: I was participating in a reality show that involved both cooking and art (Jonathan Waxman was one of the judges) while at the same time trying to find homes for several dogs. It was very stressful.
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Best Show-related dream last night: I was participating in a reality show that involved both cooking and art (Jonathan Waxman was one of the judges) while at the same time trying to find homes for several dogs. It was very stressful.
That's a FOT Board dream, I think. Jeepers.
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Yeah, I know. Sad.
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In my dream I tune into to Best Show just as it is ending. Having missed it all, I drift off to sleep. After a while, slowly, I am awakened by a crawling sensation. I open my eyes, I look at my hands. They are covered with crawling teeming ants. I bolt upright, I get up quickly, holding my hands out in front of me, and run to the sink to wash them off. My hands and wrists covered in ants. As I put my hands under the running water, some of the ants wash away, some of them turn into feather quills, and I have to pluck them out, one by one, like they are left over chicken feather parts. Finally, I am done, and have plucked the last quill from my hands. Then, I really awake, nauseous from the heat and the hand plucking, I look at my hands in disbelief.
I vow to never miss listening to the Best Show again, and to stay away from ants and chicken.
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This was posted 6/28 on the Mike board, but it qualifies. (Apologies to those who have read this already):
I had a dream about AP Mike leaving the Best Show last night, which I guess makes it official that The Best Show is always on my mind. It was a good dream overall, thankfully. Definitely not a nightmare.
It was mainly the going-away party for Mike. It took place in what my head thinks is Downtown Bayonne, which apparently is a slightly more monochromatic version of a Norwegian port city thoroughfare -- more warehouse-y but charming nonetheless.
I didn't recognize anyone there except Mike, Tom, Jillian, Therese, and the future AP of The Best Show, Fred Schneider of the B-52s. Fred was the most quiet of them all. He was talking about records with Mike.. I think Henry Nilsson, Van Dyke Parks, Todd Rundgren?
The only weird thing in the dream was that the party organizers decided to rent out a unicorn for the party, since some of the party-goers had kids. A couple of guys brought over a very large goat with a purple plastic horn glued onto its head. It looked like a parade horn or vuvuzela, but backwards. There were only 3 kids, and 2 of them were not into the unigoat at all. They were crying. One of them always looked at it with curiosity, but that's it. I tried to pet the unigoat, but the dream wouldn't let me! (Isn't it annoying that dreams allow you to defy all mortal skills, but will prevent you from doing the simplest thing on occasion?)
Everyone was really happy but with a heavy sigh. There was a toast, and then Mike asked everyone for a special request. He told everyone to grab a 40 oz from a very large cooler, which each did. He asked everyone to pour out a 40. Everyone did, although some were wondering why, exactly. This all took place at the giant Tear sculpture in Bayonne, near where the party was. After the pourings of the 40s, Mike laughed a bit and said "I always wanted to do that!"
..then I woke up this morning for work.
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Had a dream last night that I stumbled across Fredericks' apartment. It was in Los Angeles. There was a hand-drawn comic on the mailbox that was obviously drawn by FONPR. I went up to the apartment and rang the bell. One of his roommates answered (he lived with two sketchy dudes) and I sort of burst into the apartment and said "I gotcha Fredericks!" And he was all "Yea, you got me. I live in Los Angeles." Turned out he also had a hot daughter in her twenties. What?
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we were hanging out in that kitchen and the head maid was saying how Michelle Obama insisted on a swedish chef and how the maids/butlers didn't like that.
I have to say, I like swedish chefs too.
(http://www.myboogpages.com/Images/SwedishChefSmall.jpg)
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Had a dream last night that I stumbled across Fredericks' apartment. It was in Los Angeles. There was a hand-drawn comic on the mailbox that was obviously drawn by FONPR. I went up to the apartment and rang the bell. One of his roommates answered (he lived with two sketchy dudes) and I sort of burst into the apartment and said "I gotcha Fredericks!" And he was all "Yea, you got me. I live in Los Angeles." Turned out he also had a hot daughter in her twenties. What?
Yea, you got me, Hugger!
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I dreamt about stray animals again last night.
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I had the pear dream again.
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Yes.
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Mortifying, low-self-confidence dream.
I dreamed I had a habit of hanging out in the WFMU hallways during the Best Show (no idea why they let me in to do this). Tom tolerated it, but it was clear he thought I was the saddest loser on Earth. Then once, I overstepped the boundary...during the opening 20 minutes of music, Tom and Jon were talking about a song they both liked. I walked into the on-air studio and chimed in that I liked it too. Obviously done with my presence, Tom turned and yelled "SHUT UP." I skulked home on foot.
Definitely not "Inception."
Wow. I must be feeling great about myself this week. Most people dream that their hair and teeth are falling out when they are feeling down on themselves. I dream of disapproval from my comic heroes. This is tantamount to a Best-Show themed wedding or tattoo. Perhaps I need to take a break from the show?
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Mortifying, low-self-confidence dream.
I dreamed I had a habit of hanging out in the WFMU hallways during the Best Show (no idea why they let me in to do this). Tom tolerated it, but it was clear he thought I was the saddest loser on Earth. Then once, I overstepped the boundary...during the opening 20 minutes of music, Tom and Jon were talking about a song they both liked. I walked into the on-air studio and chimed in that I liked it too. Obviously done with my presence, Tom turned and yelled "SHUT UP." I skulked home on foot.
Definitely not "Inception."
Wow. I must be feeling great about myself this week. Most people dream that their hair and teeth are falling out when they are feeling down on themselves. I dream of disapproval from my comic heroes. This is tantamount to a Best-Show themed wedding or tattoo. Perhaps I need to take a break from the show?
Don't take a break.
Get the tattoo.
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Dreamed I was listening to the show when my alarm rang. Tom was upset with Mike for doing a fill-in the week before and briefly renaming the show "A Mantle on the Hill" (mantle, not mansion).
Obviously my subconsious still hasn't adjusted to Steve.
EDIT: Maybe it was "Handle," not "Mantle." Hopefully a handle is sometimes just a handle.
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I had the pear dream again.
Was Jules there?
(amazing reference even though I'm 3 weeks late on it)
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I dreamt that Tom was pitching a TV version of the Best Show to Lorne Michaels. I was told about this by a friend who was at the pitch meeting. He said that every time Tom described an incident from the radio show that would have adapted well to TV, he emphasized that "Mike liked it"--like that was really going to impress Lorne Michaels.
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I dreamt that I was in New Jersey and I walked into a used bookstore/record shop that Mr. Scharpling was working at. I wanted to come up to him and say "I really love The Best Show" but he just told a guy to "get out of his store!" and I was intimidated.
Basically, what happens to most people when they call-in to The Best Show.
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Dreamt I was in the subway and Paul F. Tompkins and quite possibly Ted Leo was there, too. But when I saw PFT, I started waving really hard and saying, "Hi!!!" like a 5 year old. He had a pretty awesome mustache going on.
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I had a dream last night that I went to a Mike Show Gathering.
It was in a parking lot like a tailgate party. as far as I could tell the only attractions were a guy cooking something on a little grill and a craps table. also Mike was giving away Mike show fan "gift bags" the one I got was a zip lock bag containing a pack of Virginia Slims and a block of home made cheese. there was also a note saying "be careful cheese may have dead bees in it."
I remember seeing a guy who looked alot like Snake Plisskin walking around.
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Did the bees make you laugh?
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Did the bees make you laugh?
haha yes! when i woke up.
in the dream is was terrifying
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I fell asleep during the Paul Scheer and Jason Woliner broadcast (not because I was bored) and had a vivid dream about Tom and Paul discussing Piranah 3D DVD and its bonus features, including Paul's death. I haven't relistened to the episode and don't know if this actually happened.
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Did the bees make you laugh?
haha yes! when i woke up.
in the dream is was terrifying
I suppose dead bees aren't quite as funny as live ones.
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Did the bees make you laugh?
haha yes! when i woke up.
in the dream is was terrifying
I suppose dead bees aren't quite as funny as live ones.
I try not to analyze this stuff to much.
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According to a documentary I saw, drunk bees are hilarious.
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K, I got one.
I had a nasty flu bug a few weeks ago that pretty much levelled me for two days. The kinda flu where you can't do anything but lie there and have muscle twitches, and even though you're bored, it hurts to watch tv, the kind where you hit that fever where the huffalumps come to visit.
So I thought I'd listen to the some recent archives.
That was when I had a vision of the "wall of laughter" being a literal brick-and-mortar wall of laughter, fortifying Tom's castle and keeping the unfunny at bay. Wally was the court jester; Spike was the dungeon master of course, and the protege contenders were involved in all sorts of Iago-ish side dealings...and that's when the unwanted members of the Huffington Post Top 50 stormed the castle with a "laughter ladder", Ricky Gervais leading the charge up the rungs. That's when AP Mike dumped a cauldron of hot tar on his head.
The moral of the story? Flu & Archives don't mix.
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I'm having anxiety dreams about the best show dvd.
last night i dreamt it came but someone stole it out of my mailbox before i could get it.
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I dreamed that Tom did an entire show in his "Petey voice."
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I dreamt that Titus Andronicus was performing an WFMU benefit at my high school, and they just covered "Do It" over and over again.
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1. There was going to be a "live" Best Show. Not a Best Show performed in front of an audience while being broadcast--the idea was that the only people who got to hear it were the people there in the live audience--no broadcast. With me so far? OK, so. About 30 of us got on a shuttle bus that took us to the venue, the ballroom of a large white mansion in the woods about 2.5 hours from New York.
We in the audience were each wearing a T-shirt individually hand-painted with bright, colorful abstract designs. Tom wore a series of pullover sweaters, each one with a pattern of black shapes over an off-white background.
For the show, Tom focused on each audience member, sequentially, for a five- or ten-minute segment. He and the audience member would sort of interview each other. Tom was warm, gracious, and seemed genuinely interested in what each person had to say--no GOMP hair-trigger, no ticking clock, no pressure to be funny or interesting. Until he got to me. At this point, his expression froze, he became completely unresponsive, and generally dripped with contempt.
I saw him in the hallway afterwards and called his name, hoping to ask what just happened there, but he either didn't hear me or purposely ignored me. He just kept walking.
Now it was after midnight, and apparently either the shuttle bus wasn't making the return trip or that service just wasn't available to me, for I was left to contemplate how I was going to manage the 2.5-hour trip back to New York.
2. I was in an e-mail exchange with Larry the Perv. We were plotting to rob a bank.
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I dreamed I was telling someone about the Gas Station Dogs. Speaking of which, I was watching Brian De Palma's "Phantom of the Paradise" the other night. The opening doo-wop number by Death Records band The Juicy Fruits reminded me of GSD's hit song, "Rock N' Roll Dreams'll Come True."
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Last night I dreamed that I was on tour and ended up sleeping on Tom's couch after a show. In the morning he let me go through his pile of unwanted screeners that he gets in the mail to take whatever I wanted with me. I'm pretty sure I got a copy of Doom Generation. Also, we had sandwiches for breakfast, seemed a little weird.
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Slightly off-topic, but I was thinking that one of Spike's dreams would most definitely be him invited as a guest of honour to a 'Big Bang Theory' cast party, complete w/ John Wesley-Harding Ship. He would be having a grand old time when suddenly, his dream would turn into a nightmare as he would find himself along with the others shivering and clinging onto an iceberg because THE CAST OF HIS COVETED SHOW ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 25, therefore they would be fighting for survival in depths of Antarctica.
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Had a dream last night that I was watching Japanese 70's sci-fi/horror movie Hausu (House) with Tom at (of all things) a house party. We were both pretty invested in watching the film, but there were people dancing and doing things like keg stands all around us (after all, it was a party). At some point, Tom gets a phone call and says he has to leave but that I should come with him. We get in a car that looks like a Toyota Prius, but it's big enough that it can fit around 15 people. When Tom and I get into the car there are already people in there waiting. After I jump in, the doors lock shut and bunch of people try to smash/shove their way into the car. As we are starting to drive away, there are people hanging on to the sides and back of the car for dear life. He yells at one of the hangers-on and says "Okay you can come too, get in!" Then he peels out and speeds down the highway with the rest of people still hanging off the car, laughing at them. I ask "Where are we going, Tom?" And he says "THE JERSEY SHORE!!"
And that's all remember.
You can thank my new anxiety medicine for sponsoring this dream.
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Pretty lame, but anyways.
Tom was on a stage, face obscured by a cowboy hat with a guitar singing Bob Dylan's "Just Like a Woman." But, like me, he didn't know the lyrics so it was just:
[mumble] [mumble], Just Like a Woman!
[mumble] [mumble], Just Like a Woman!
That's it.
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Tom showed up in a dream of mine a few weeks ago working behind the counter of what I think was a combination second-run movie theater and convenience store. I remember being surprised to see him there and having a pleasant chat with him.
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definitely dreamt recently that a certain JW had an awesome Flock of Seagulls haircut.
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Can't recall what was said or where we were, but during one part of my dream Doug Benson, Marc Maron, A.C. Newman, Tom and I were all smoking weed.
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Okay, so I put The Best Show on just before I went to sleep, which was probably a mistake, because it caused a dream that I was at Dave From Knoxville's two story apartment complex and he was on the phone to Tom, but at the same time he was also following a trail of blood from the ground floor, up the stairs to the second floor. As we walked, he was picking up little things off the ground and putting them in plastic baggies like a real CSI. Except I sort of got the impression that maybe he was not entirely innocent of whatever had happened. Sorry, Dave from Knoxville!
What was Dave's call actually about??
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Okay, so I put The Best Show on just before I went to sleep, which was probably a mistake, because it caused a dream that I was at Dave From Knoxville's two story apartment complex and he was on the phone to Tom, but at the same time he was also following a trail of blood from the ground floor, up the stairs to the second floor. As we walked, he was picking up little things off the ground and putting them in plastic baggies like a real CSI. Except I sort of got the impression that maybe he was not entirely innocent of whatever had happened. Sorry, Dave from Knoxville!
What was Dave's call actually about??
Sounds like a David Lynch scenario. Which means no apology is necessary.
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Had another loosely Best Show related dream.
The members of Titus Andronicus and Fucked Up worked together to create a perfume that was going to be part of the swag for next years marathon.
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Tom was talking about how he hates the Andy Griffith show.
probably no that far from the truth
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Tom was talking about how he hates the Andy Griffith show.
probably no that far from the truth
I love the Tall Dwarfs.
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Tom was talking about how he hates the Andy Griffith show.
probably no that far from the truth
I love the Tall Dwarfs.
8)
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I had a very long and detailed Best Show dream last night. I was with Tom in his house where he broadcasts the Best Show. In his house he had lots of decorative urinals, as if that was his thing: collecting and displaying unusual urinals. Hahaha, right? Ted Leo and I played some thumb pianos or something. I dunno, DREAM STUFF.
I woke up and was so happy cuz it was such a fun and vivid dream with my hero Tom. Then I get to work and my friend tells me that Tom played my record last night on the Best Show! I could not believe it. What are the odds!??!?!?!
The Wrong Words "Wrong Again" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hw74k0RxXVA#ws)
As far as I'm concerned, the highest peak has been climbed and I can die a happy man. Thanks, Tom!
-Ajax Wrong Words
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This is a nice, happy story.
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What a great sounding song, mmeat. I love it.
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What a great sounding song, mmeat. I love it.
Thanks Dave! It really is a dream come true to hear it on the Best Show!
-Ajax
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This is a nice, happy story.
I'm sorry; it must be very upsetting for you, Lubec. There's good stuff about the awfulness of the Vancouver riots in the hockey thread.
I am just kidding. Curmudgeons need happy stuff, too.
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Recently I had my first and only best show dream. For some reason tom and I were hanging out at my house and I was trying to show him a song I made on FL Studio (a computer music production program). After I played the song I made Tom played a song he had made on a crappy knockoff version of FL Studio. The song Tom made on the inferior software was incredible and light years better than mine.
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Hey FOT,
I just had a sort of micro-dream about The Best Show a few minutes ago and wanted to post while it was still fresh in my mind. Nothing too complex, but really more just as if I was listening to a piece of a show that seemed like it could have been a real episode. Basically, all I remember was hearing Tom say something along the lines of "EW! Mike just suggested a show called 'CANNED Goods' about a bag girl at a grocery store who uh, who has uh, I don't even know how I can put this delicately on the radio." In and of itself, this amused me, as I could see it being real, as part of a topic of tossing out concepts or titles for TV shows and Tom coming up with the other part. I can even imagine Mike coming into the studio, up to the mic, and beginning to further explain, in his own words, with Tom kind of doing an "Ut ut ut ut!" thing, cutting him off and telling him to go back out. Just thought I'd share. Thanks for hearing me out.
-Zach (Big Z)
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Can puppets dream or is that just an urban legend?
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Can puppets dream or is that just an urban legend?
I'll have to get back to you on that one.
-Zach (Big Z)
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Just a fragment of a dream this morning, but I was listening to the Best Show (but also in the same room with Tom, you know how dreams are) and Tom was very excited about a guest coming on who was a pretty big "get" because he was a very famous and beloved comedian named Hoopy Hernia.
When I woke up I was so bedeviled by the question of whether there ever was somebody named Hoopy Hernia--it seemed distantly familar and somehow right--that I actually Googled it. No dice.
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As someone who never remembers his dreams, I've always assumed that people who do remember their dreams are just full of shit.
Edit: That came off harsh. I realize that it's just because I'm jealous.
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Just a fragment of a dream this morning, but I was listening to the Best Show (but also in the same room with Tom, you know how dreams are) and Tom was very excited about a guest coming on who was a pretty big "get" because he was a very famous and beloved comedian named Hoopy Hernia.
When I woke up I was so bedeviled by the question of whether there ever was somebody named Hoopy Hernia--it seemed distantly familar and somehow right--that I actually Googled it. No dice.
Are you sure HH isn't another puppet?
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Last night, I had a dream that I had five hernias.
Think there's a connection?
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I'm going to drop this here because I'm beginning to believe I dreamed it:
I think on a years-old Best Show, either Tom or Therese or another T-named DJ played a song that was a Christmas take on The Who's A Quick One... with lyrics such as "I can't believe it / Is it really Christmas?" and maybe even "It's like a dream to be Christmas again."
I can find no actual hints that this is a real thing. I've gone through a number of December Best Shows in hopes of finding it but to no avail. It is killing me inside.
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I'm going to drop this here because I'm beginning to believe I dreamed it:
I think on a years-old Best Show, either Tom or Therese or another T-named DJ played a song that was a Christmas take on The Who's A Quick One... with lyrics such as "I can't believe it / Is it really Christmas?" and maybe even "It's like a dream to be Christmas again."
I can find no actual hints that this is a real thing. I've gone through a number of December Best Shows in hopes of finding it but to no avail. It is killing me inside.
It's "A Quick One (Pete Townsend's Christmas)" by Billy Childish
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Fredericks: Yes! There is always a connection.
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It's "A Quick One (Pete Townsend's Christmas)" by Billy Childish
A thousand thanks!
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Only tangentially related, but it involves someone I think of more than I would if not for the Best Show:
I was watching TV news coverage of some political event. Chris Christie entered from screen left as the reporter said "There goes Governor Chris Christie, who admits he often has a boner he can't control."
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Had a dream last night where JW was my friend and he stopped by to help me fold clothes.
I just remember being really excited we were friends and I wanted my Dream Self to ask him all these questions, but I was like, "No, Dream Mr. Spacely! Be cool. You'll scare him off. Let him hang out and fold clothes with you."
Also, he was wearing The Denim Jacket.
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Had a dream last night where JW was my friend and he stopped by to help me fold clothes.
Also, he was wearing The Denim Jacket.
That wasn't a dream.
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Rick Santorum had a cunning plan. He would administer a 48-hour-long written exam to the Greggulator. With Greggulator thus detained--hunched over his exam booklet at one of those little elementary-school deskchairs in a classroom for two days--Santorum would disguise himself as the Greggulator and "go undercover."
I do not know how Rick Santorum had the power to compel Greggulator to take this exam, or what exactly he hoped to achieve by posing as Greggulator, but this is the nature of dreams.
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This one started with lots of tornadoes. Along with a busload of people, including workmates and my wife, I watched in horror as about 25 people were sucked into a funnel cloud and hurled down the freeway to oblivion. We all evacuated into this place my boss knew about: a planetarium / iMax type structure inside the Galleria -- a huge mall in Houston. After the storms passed, I was in some kind of weird building that seemed to combine a museum and terrarium -- it had high glass ceilings and it misted often, which was a shame because there were lots of old paper goods for sale in there that got ruined every time the mist came down. Tom was in there looking for music to buy and he was super-excited to find a cassette by some guy named something Graham. In the dream, I knew his first name too and I Googled him, and it turns out he was an old-timey baseball player turned honky-tonk singer from Columbia, South Carolina. Still in the dream, I watched a YouTube of him and it was terrifyingly awesome: the guy sang like George Jones and looked like a demented, curly-mustachioed, toothless version of Colonel Sanders. I wish I could remember the song, but all I know is it sounded something like "After the Fire is Gone," and the video had the feel of low-budget televangelism. And Tom mentioned that this Graham guy wound up committing suicide. Anyway, there was a change of scene and I was in a muddy front yard in front of a creepy old house trying to interest Tom and Jason from Huntsville, Alabama in a game of croquet. Jason politely turned me down, and Tom said something like "What? You think I know how to play that game? I had a real childhood."
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If ever a dream deserved to be posted twice, that is the one!
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...I was in a muddy front yard in front of a creepy old house trying to interest Tom and Jason from Huntsville, Alabama in a game of croquet. Jason politely turned me down, and Tom said something like "What? You think I know how to play that game? I had a real childhood."
I'm glad to hear that dream me was polite, at least.
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If ever a dream deserved to be posted twice, that is the one!
Thanks / sorry for the DP. Internet crashed as I was posting, and I removed it. Jason, you were very much in character.
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Last night I dreamed that myself and group of FOTs accompanied Tom to a Carlos Mencia show at some theater as sort of a FOT gathering.
Carlos took the stage and said "Let's give it up for some of the other comedy personalities in the audience!".
As Tom stood up in his seat, I bellowed out "Schaaaaarpliinggg!!!" from another area of the audience.
Tom shot me the stink eye and then took his seat again.
I felt like such a dunce!
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This morning I had a dream that included a hard-to-describe sight gag involving a human head mounted trophy-style on a wall. The head was AP Mike's. The gag didn't depend on it being Mike, though, and when I awoke I thought it might be useable in a movie or something, but then I realized that movies with human heads mounted trophy-style on the wall are actually pretty rare.
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I had a dream where I finally called in and it was such a disaster that I was uncomfortable listening to the show ever again. It was awful!
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Had a dream Scharpling came to town. Drove him all around South East Portland looking for a bar that was showing some pay-per-view boxing match he wanted to see.
???
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Had a dream Scharpling came to town. Drove him all around South East Portland looking for a bar that was showing some pay-per-view boxing match he wanted to see.
Did you try Putters? I just returned from Southeast Portland and for every house there, there's two pubs. Not sure if I dreamt about Tom while staying in SE Portland though. Had I know this thread existed I would've remembered. Darn.
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Tom's story of his trip to Portland contains one of my favorite moments in Best Show history. Tom goes to a club show and the bouncer is throwing out a kid. The kid says to the bouncer, "that's ok, because this place sucks, and YOU suck."
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Tom's story of his trip to Portland contains one of my favorite moments in Best Show history. Tom goes to a club show and the bouncer is throwing out a kid. The kid says to the bouncer, "that's ok, because this place sucks, and YOU suck."
I'd love to hear that. If you know the episode please do tell. Portland and Bend Oregon I've just returned and they are a different kind of animal up there. Love my week in Oregon. Not to derail the dream thread, I did have a nightmare AP Mike put me on blast. Oh wait that was here on another thread
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Last night I dreamed that myself and group of FOTs accompanied Tom to a Carlos Mencia show at some theater as sort of a FOT gathering.
That would be an awesome dream if Mencia started talking about a book called "Rock, Rot, and Rule"...
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Last night I dreamed that Tom was gracious enough to let me host The Best Show with my dad, but I choked.
The idea was that we could emcee as a parent-child duo, like with Gail Bennington. But when I arrived at the wood-paneled halls of the studio, not only had we forgotten to prepare material, I had failed to bring recording equipment. So we would be forced to record everything into the tinny mic of a scratched-up iBook.
And my dad was turning out to be less of a powerhouse behind the mic than I had promised. After 10 minutes of me and my old man having a boring and low-key discussion of old family stories, he got as impatient as if he were stuck in a long line at In-N-Out. "I think that's enough," he said. "Whaddya say we just get out of here."
So I tweeted "Sorry we're having technical difficulties! #bestshow," and without thinking, we drove off with the 3 hours still ticking. But on the way home I realized that this was no small thing. That listeners would already be up in arms, comparing us unfavorably to Dave Hill and others.
The next day, the full consequences having hit me, I was due to return to school and face the music. I didn't know whose criticism was going to be more scorching -- Tom's or his whole classroom full of offended podcast listeners. I loitered in the hall outside but I could only buy so much time...
(In real life, my dad was alluded to years ago on the Best Show when listener Suzi phoned up asking Tom to give him a shout out when he was in the hospital...Thanks Tom!)
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but I choked.
You mean you pulled a choke job.
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Well if you want to know the truth I blame my manager, Rupert.
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Not a dream, but a weird coincidence.
I was walking down the street and thought "I should get some chicken digglers tonight at Burger Lounge." Two minutes later, I was listening to this week's Hollywood Handbook and Sean mentions chicken digglers in a joke.
Chicken digglers are just a Burger Lounge thing - apparently Sean is a BL eater.