more dreams of glory

Dreamt last night that I was performing with the Tord Gustavsson trio in a large concert hall, improvising on something I knew to be a bassoon, but which in fact was a huge modernist beech block (a little like an Ikea chest of drawers) with only two holes. I blew directly into one of them, and wiggled my finger in the other, altering the pitch of the note. It made a noise like a bassoon with extra overtones and was quite beautiful. I suspect if someone actually made an instrument like this the results might be somewhat different.

This is not quite in the same league as the dream where I was on a festival stage with Thelonious Monk, Pete Marsh and Björk, but I enjoyed it all the same.