I had the craziest dream - all I can tell you is I was having a meeting with a singer named Johnny "Stilts" something-or-other. He'd made one album in the 60s for United Artists - him singing odd songs complete with background noise like people chattering at a restaurant or whatever (not recorded live!). And then Quentin Tarantino had used a track in the film previous to Kill Bill, which, in this dream was called something with the last word being Disturbance in the two-word title. That had gotten him notice and his manager and he were trying to place the album, which they, according to them, owned, even though what they were playing me sounded like a bad, bad vinyl transfer from a scratchy record. They kept talking about owning it and how convoluted getting ownership had been because at the time of release they'd sent Sammy Cahn the two-inch session tapes rather than a mixed version and he'd sued them and won $500,000. (I'm not making one word of this up). Then we were at a club and Stilts was going to perform. Then my alarm went off.
