| ����������� Greetings! Oh, where are my manners? My name is Dan, but I am sure most of you already knew that. Thanks for coming to this place with me. I do love coming here so often. ����������� Right now, you are standing here with me in my musical dream world. Sounds kind of corny doesn't it? Well I can assure you that it does exist, and somehow you found your way here. ����������� I guess I should explain what this place is. This is the place I escape into when I listen to my music. You have seen me listening to my music time after time I imagine, right? Most likely it was just me with my head in my earphones, or bobbing my head to some tune while staring at nothing. It happens to all of us. Well all escape into music and the worlds we create around it. I mean, why else would we listen to it right? ����������� So, you're here. Would you like to have a look around with me? It's amazing the different kinds of things you will find in my world of music. See, my world is somewhat unique from everyone else's. The reason is that I love so much music and so many different kinds of music. So let's have a look around then, shall we? I promise this won't bore you. ����������� The great thing about this world is that it's somewhere I belong. I always love being in a place like that. I often times find myself singing about how much I love being in a place such as that. In the end though, I am so often ripped back to reality. Some would say it doesn't really matter that much--this world of mine. It's like a big park to me though, and I do so enjoy being here. ����������� Like I said, it is a rather big park. It wouldn't be much without me though, would it? I mean I did create the place, so I suppose it would be kind of empty without me. So just follow me, and we will go over and have a look what's over here. ����������� Oh look, there is a bridge. Let's cross it shall we? Don't ask why it's rainbow colored. It was like that when I got here. I kind of like it actually. Crossing it always makes me want to head-bang and do some air guitar. Strange isn't it? Meh. I never feel embarrassed around here. You shouldn't either. In fact, I never feel afraid either. I could live and die without fear as long as I am here with my good old air guitar. ����������� Yup, there really isn't any need to feel like you are being ridiculed or made fun of here. In my little dream world, you are free to be as goofy as you want to, or be as shy as you want to. Nobody is going to stop you, so be as bright as you want to, or as whack as you want to. We all have a lot of understanding around here. ����������� I find I come here the most when I am feeling a little depressed. Sometimes I feel like a sucker with no self-esteem, so it's good for me to just slip into this private little reality of mine. I never have been one for dealing with suffering, no matter how much they say it shows you really care, so chances are on a rainy day, you'll most likely find me here. ����������� You ever listen to music before you go to bed? I do that all the time. It helps me get to sleep. I have a friend who has trouble sleeping sometimes-- I mean like to the point his eyes feel like their gonna bleed--and he tells me a lot that just tuning out to some good songs makes him feel like he's having the time of his life. ����������� It is true that this place--this hideaway from the rough edges of reality--seriously helps when I'm down, and I mean when I'm seriously blue. These are the times--I am sure you have had them--when blue seems to be the color your most often aware of. But hey, a few minutes charging up to some positive harmonies here in my hideaway just moves my body. ����������� It's not when I am only feeling depressed that I come here. You should see me when I am hyper and I decide to drop in on my imagination. Man, I just bounce all over like I was on a pogo stick. I kid you not; I just bounce and jump--up and down all day. ����������� Can you see all the animals in my world? There are things like wolves and unicorns and, oh look here! There is a duck. At least, I think it's a duck. "Excuse me, what are you?" "I'm a DUCK, stupid!" Well, that's one weird duck! What is your name, duck? "Al" Well, your weird, Al. ����������� So what do you think friend? Pretty cool place huh? Too bad it can't exist in the real world huh? You know, I never told anyone this, but I sometimes write about this place in this diary that I have. I write about all sorts of things in my diary. The summers that I consider the best times of my life are a major topic that goes in it. ����������� Whoa, look at that guy over there? He looks dead... or maybe undead! Is he a zombie? Well whoever he is, he plays some beastly songs for me sometimes. I am talking like super-beastly! You should hear him man. He is a bad ass rocker! ����������� There's another friend of mine. You can see him coming from miles away. I don't know why he always wears that red hat of his. And of course, he's cruising in what he calls his "wheels". You should see him man. All day he just keeps rolling around in that beat up thing. I don't know why, I guess he is looking for something. He has a good beat playing... usually. ����������� What? Who? Oh him? I don't know, I haven't seen him around much. Usually most people try to avoid him. He's often in a bad mood. He was screaming about how much his girlfriend hates him a while back. Since then he just sort of sits there in the mud. I never said everything in my world was perfect. ����������� Did you feel that? Feels like rain. It storms pretty badly here sometimes. We best find ourselves somewhere to get out of this heavy rain. Looks like some lightning is coming too! Don't get struck by the thunder... err, lightning. Heehee, silly me. Thunder doesn't strike. Well, at least not in the real world. Around here, anything is possible. ����������� It's when it's all dark and stormy that the worst parts of my world come out to play. They do play some good tunes now, but I swear some of them have some very evil intentions, as if they had hearts of darkness or something. Luckily, they never tend to get too far out of line. They mostly just scream and shout a whole lot. ����������� You okay? You got a little soaked there. Don't want you coming down with a sickness. Here, here are some blankets. Oh dear, there is another one of those arch enemies of mine. He is shouting something at me... again. What is it this time? What? It's hard to make out through the rain. What? Oh, well apparently he is my mortal enemy. I swear some of those guys are just disturbed. ����������� The battery of this rain is starting get unnerving isn't it? Sometimes it rains so hard here it drives me nuts. Lunacy just finds me drenched in all this bad weather. Here, I'll make it sunny. There, that wasn't so hard? How did I do it? Well it's easy when you are the master pulling all the strings around here. ����������� Pretty crazy place, isn't it? I'll bet you are finding it a bit weird out here, but I can't get enough of it. I hang on every moment hoping for the next. I swear I fall even more in love with this place every time I visit. ����������� Did you feel that? HEY, there goes another thief. Let's catch him! HA! Gotcha! You lousy thief. Give me my nickel back. I swear that's the third time I have caught you doing that sort of thing around here. Never do that again, you hear me? Never again. Now go and listen to the new rock stuff you like so much. ����������� Sorry about that. That happens from time to time. The children of my dreams get a bit rascally sometimes. You look hungry. Want a peach? They grow like mad around here. We have billions of peaches. Here, take some. They are free. ����������� Whoa, are you okay? You seemed startled. No, that's just on of my bands playing a rather loud tune. I agree its good drumming. Almost a replica of every good drummer put together. It's scary sometimes, as if they are a factory of skeptical production. ����������� What's over here? The coliseum. What? Sure I do. I love a good fight now and then, especially if there is good fight music. I've even had a couple immortals show up to duke it out, but from time to time, it's mostly regular mortals that engage in the combat. ����������� Notice how nice and warm it is here? I love the warmth. Not like my place on the earth; too iced, in my opinion. With all that coldness you can't even be outside during the night. Way too cold. None of that here in my little paradise, though. You don't have to be a slave to darkness around here. ����������� Ouch. My toe. I always stub my toe on this iron hill. It takes forever to get over it too. Like time stands still and you have to trudge through it. It can be a pain. There was once a guy who could get you around it in one toot of his whistle, but sadly he went blind and went off to live somewhere else. I still like the tunes he used to play though. ����������� Uh oh, here come the so called hell's angels of my little world. These guys play a good song now and then, but my god they are cheesy. They call themselves "the falling hammers" I mean look at those tattoos on their foreheads? "Kill With Power"? I mean what is that suppose to mean? Well, whatever. They may be weird, but they are still welcome here in my land, as long as they can churn out at good song now and then. ����������� That was pretty cool wasn't it? Nice fireworks display huh? Well that also happens a lot around here. See in space things are all screwy, and that little lightshow is what happens when worlds collide. ����������� What's that? You have to go? Awww, but there is so much here you didn't get to see and hear. Well listen, thanks for stopping by. Feel free to come back whenever you want. Or, you could try finding your own little musical dreamland and seeing what kind of secrets and surprises you'll find there! Remember, all you have to do to get here is just lose yourself in the music. Till we meet again, take care. |
| Dan's Notes: Think you can correctly identify all 36 song title and artists that I made reference to in this little narrative of mine? Nobody has yet to get all 36 right! Good luck to you! |
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