[Thor Joachim Haga]

# 5:

“Had another one of those very common CD shop dreams last night. Can’t remember much of it, just that I was in this used record store somewhere and that the selection of soundtracks was extremely skimpy. Nevertheless, there were a few real gems there, like a beautifully-packaged CD of EXCALIBUR and several unavailable titles like that.

I also remember finding a CD compilation called RAW!! – THE BEST OF JOHNNY WILLIAMS (with a black and white cover) that included the previously unavailable theme from the famous 60’s TV series STALKER (sic). It also included selections from scores that actually exist and are composed by Williams, like GILLIGAN’S ISLAND, THE PLAINSMAN, DADDY-O, BACHELOR FATHER, and STORY OF A WOMAN (and more), none of which have seen the light of day, of course.

I remember wondering why I hadn’t read about this compilation on the Williams sites or in the buyer’s guide etc.

Peculiarly, all the CD’s were prized in kurona, the currency of the Czech Repulic, and I remember being annoyed by the fact that I didn’t remember how that correlated to the Norwegian krone…”

# 6:

Williams appeared briefly tonight:

At one point in the dream I was inside some sort of café. Through the window I witnessed a concert outside on the square. It was a local school marching band that performed the STAR WARS main title. The conductor was John Williams.

Suddenly, one of my friends (who is inside the café with me) tells me that he will try to conduct a theme next, namely one of my own compositions. He walks out, is handed the the baton from Williams and says:

– “We will now perform Oslo’s second most famous marching band piece!”, referring to my own composition (sic). What is the most famous theme, we don’t get to know…

What comes out next is peculiarly “Liberty Bell” by Sousa and not my own theme (“Liberty Bell” MAY very well, of course, be Oslo’s second, if not THE, most famous piece). My friend, who has absolutely no conducting skills – not even a rhytmical sense – is seen waving his arms helplessly on the podium. However, the band plays well because Williams himself is walking through the orchestra while conducting. Everyone is consequently looking at Williams and not my poor friend.

As the piece draws to its conclusion, however, Williams disappears and pops up on the second floor of the adjacent building, sitting in the windown wearing nothing but a couple of red shorts.

The audience (and the band) rapidly disappears as well, and I walk out to greet my friend.

– “What happened?” I ask.

– “Don’t know. I was intending to play your theme, but….”

– “It’s ok.”

I notice one woman staring at us from the other side of the square. I suspect that she is an audience member that did not disappear, and I approach her.

– “What did you think of the concert?” I ask.

She giggles insanely, and leaves.