Bicycles and bands
A short dream I had a while ago, but is still memorable enough for me to write about some weeks later.
I’m hanging out with my bike people, from Bisegal (that I now do web-hosting for incedently in real life) and for some reason we’re getting into the/my car to go to a band practice. None of us are IN the band, but we’ve all been invited so we’re going. We drive… up the block. I drop them off at the doors and head out in search for street parking. (Which I found funny when I woke up, because we could have more than easily left the car and walked!) I parallel parked and wandered over.
We’re at this bank of rehearsal studios not unlike Cherry Beach (where I went to see SNAK in real life) except instead of doors, they all had very heavy curtains. This either worked, or no one was playing, because the hallway leading to all these rehearsal rooms was dead quiet.
Figured out which room I was supposed to meet up with the people from Bisegal, and I end up walking into what did not look like a rehearsal studio. Not a big empty room with only performance equipment anyways. I walked into more of a recording studio, lots of monitors, mixing boards with nobs and a big table in the middle for no reason than to take up space, in my opinion. All the members of the band (as I last recognized them) were there. The band was The Dropjoys by the way. So they’re starting to play and rehearse and record, and the Bisegal people and I were just kind of listening and taking it all in.
I guess the only thing that makes sense in all of this, is that I basically met/became a fan of The DropJoys through Bisegal. They used to rehearse down the hall from where Bisegal is located. One day after grabbing my bike for a ride, they were rehearsing, I really liked their music, too nervous to knock and say hi, I slipped a note under the door with my e-mail address and they wrote back. They’re cool. 
