The Dream of African Music

For the last three nights The Great Plotnik has been dreaming about Africa. The dream seems to be in music, with a Congolese-style guitar riff, and a Zulu chord structure. Groups of people in choir robes sing call-and-response harmonies as they walk by. Ducknik is in the dream, but Plotnik is having trouble finding her amidst the swirling colors and that beautiful guitar riff.

What he fears is the dream will stop before he can write down the melody, although if he's dreaming it he supposes he has already written it down, somewhere.

Strong coffee with half and half on a gray morning in a green South African rugby shirt with white sleeves. The sun has yet to punch its way through the fog. An accordion, a ukelele, a baglama, a guitar and a piano patiently await their turn to take a crack at that melody.