Laundre
I've had at least a couple of music dreams starring one or all of you APBs. In of the dreams an african-american revolutionary duo is on stage singing in a warm yellow room. The girl, she is good like Lauryn Hill but the guy's voice brought tears to my eyes and hers also when she saw me. He sounded man just like you actually, but the background instrumentation was more elaborately orchestrated and melancholy but not cluttered. In another dream the four of us were sitting at a table in a restaurant again warm yellow in color but with dimmed lights and more people. We all started making super fresh music together on phantom instruments, the music which had at least four distinctly different parts. I remember vaguely the end of it as we came out of an extended pause on your cue into a motown Pistol Williams type groove underneath half-time vocal melodic parts and harmonically dark but clean guitar sounds. The feeling though was improv all through it, I miss making music man i'm jammin' in my dreams. It might be time i picked up another instrument.