I have a gig tonight at Tottenham Chances, on the High Road, which is a Survivors gig; their gigs are usually a very interesting mixture of performers and often have a surreal air to them.
I was kept awake last night by next door's baby who had a scary dream and cried for ages.
As he calmed down he started to explain his dream and how frightened he was, but he can not speak yet; his need to articulate his fear overpowered his inability to talk, and he rambled for about an hour in infant lingo until he fell asleep again.
I could understand what he meant, even though he said it without familiar words.
That is so true about understanding babies and how they talk without familiar words. You've made me quite baby-sick. I will have to sublimate this in music, in fact this post is very song-inspiring.
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