Once upon a time (last night or early this morning, depending on your alarm clock setting), I had a dream about an old friend. He's a respected musician, and I haven't talked to him in a long time. I saw him sitting by the pool at a party. There was cider and white shorts and tans. He smiled and waved and I sat down next to him. I gave him a big hug and asked what he had been up to. "Touring," he said quietly. I asked how it was going and he said it was a new band, but that things were the best that could be expected. "Who are you touring with?" I had to know.
"Coldplay," he mumbled, looking down at his feet dangling in the pool.
I must have a cynical demeanor, even in my dreams, because immediately after his confession he put a pointed finger up to my lips and said, "Don't say anything." I opened my mouth a little. "Don't EVEN say anything, please."
Golly, am I so transparent about that band? Sometimes I worry that I pass off my being cynical as having integrity. Even I know you gotta pay the bills somehow.