path:“20-29 (SELF LE The Dream
Matt Labrecque
Sitting on a park bench in Durham during the dog days of summer, I did what I tend to do in these situations and fall asleep. But instead of a normal dream, I found myself standing by a stage. Three men stood there, a trio of guitar legends who had just gifted me the winning ticket to catch just a glimpse of their mastery.
Jimi Hendrix, the man who proved alien life existed with his inhuman solos, rained fire and fury down like bombs over me. As I ducked for cover, I could hear Izabella’s screams through the air. The Texan sharpshooter, Stevie Ray Vaugn, ripped soundscapes from the sky and exploded them through his old amplifier, leaving me wondering how the relic could even handle his power. And John Mayer, the modern act, with his love tunes and ballads made me weep and miss a woman who I had never even met.
And almost as quickly as the last chord left Mayer’s guitar, the dream was over and I started awake. I was lying on the bench again, and rain was falling on my face, as heaven itself weeped with joy from the show it had witnessed.