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Just woke up from the most enjoyable dream.

I was at Oxford University for no real reason when I found out the wonderful Eastern Sea was coming to preform in the campus’s largest cafeteria. I went to try and find them only to see my beloved Mike D (The Eastern Sea’s drummer) being taken away in handcuffs. The campus police told me he was being arrested for trying to ‘occupy everything’. I told the police that he was supposed to play that night and they let me know that his band was now doubly screwed because a clause in the Oxford charter states that any band playing on campus who loses a member for any reason, can only replace that member with someone on the Oxford staff. Instead of finding a music or drum teacher, I grabbed the first tweed suit with elbow patches I could find and became Professor J.B. Bernardi - the undercover drummer - and I am pretty sure the J.B. stood for Justin Bieber. After a few run ins with the crusty old dean, we were set up and about to play when I realized I had spent all day trying to convince students and staff I was a professor and dodging the dean, so I hadn’t taken the time to learn the drum parts. Just in the nick of time, Mike D uses his one phone call to call me on stage and says: “If this day has gone as it should, you are now sitting behind my drum set with no idea what to play. Put your phone on the ground so I can hear the music and listen to me through your Bluetooth headset, and I will guide you through the set” He sounded like Ben Kenobi and I was very reassured. Much longer story short, I made it through the set, we used the money we made to bail out Mike and all was well in the universe.

Dunno why I felt like sharing but I really wish I would have had a similar dream in like 1996 because this would have made for a great shitty sitcom pilot that no one would have dared to pick up.