Last night I had a dream that I had met Jack White. He was lying on his back in a small rowboat playing guitar and singing while slowly drifting down the river. It was a bluesy tune and it sounded good to me.
I met with his friend on the shore and we watched him beach the boat. Jack White stumbled onto the shore and purposely smashed his guitar upon a rock. He then fell flat on his face.
I was told by his friend that they were working on a new album and asked if I might have any suggestions for material since it wasn’t going so well.