Some of you will appreciate this

[jianantonic]

I had a dream the other night that I'd gone to a Great Big Sea concert, and when I noticed their merch table was completely unmanned, I just stepped right in and started selling their swag for them.  After the show, the band members came out to hang out with me and the few lingering fans that hadn't left the venue, but the only band member that was really himself was Murray.  There were four other dudes, but they were just figments of my imagination that looked more like an early 90's grunge band than the real bandmates.  So anyway I got to talking to Murray, and I started telling him the story of how I got into GBS in the first place.  The true story is that my friend Helen gave me a CD, but in the dream, the story was that I'd been a Fruhead first, and then followed Murray to GBS.  (Also, in reality, I am a Moxy Fruvous fan, but didn't get into them until after the hiatus, so I'd never been a real Fruhead.)  As soon as I mentioned Fruvous, he started running away.  I chased him for a little while, because I wanted to continue my story, but the other guys warned me not to try it.  Apparently when anyone mentioned Fruvous, Murray would go into hiding and not talk to anyone for a long time.  It was surreal, but strangely realistic.

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[jkpolk.livejournal.com]

Aww poor Murray, scarred by the fangirls.