I just woke up from a dream where Matt and I went on a tour of Dayton and Ancient Rome and Space, but there where 2 more members of our family featured in our line up. Our dog maggie as well as another dog that looked like a miniature, albino, amphibious Whippet, of sorts... (for those of you who know, it could have been a distant cousin of the Fishwambat.) Well anyway, it was long boring drive through the atmosphere, in the back of the tour bus. I propped my feet on the chair in front of me and petted my synth playing dog by the ear. when we where backstage, before the show, I heard the dogs rehearsing their synth parts in their dressing room. They where getting pumped to play and I couldn't wait to take the stage. Then it dawned on me! There's no controlling an Airedale who is hyped on electronic music and 30 lb. overgrown! I would have to fence them into a small enclosure with their keyboards, because there was no way i could hold two leashes and play guitar. Goddammit. We didn't pack the baby playpen! We would have to ask some of these mercenary space roadies to find us a space dome to put them under! But who among us speaks their lenguage? And how would the dogs breath inside a dome? One problem after another.