FROM PAT FINNERAN "The other night I had a dream about music. Not the usual one where local folks and festival organizers show up and wildly appreciate the great talent. No. In this dream a swan came to me in a club. The swan was tall and graceful and had gold inlaid frets running the length of its neck. Rather than wings, the swan had four arms with sparks shooting from its fingertips. The swan floated up to a mild-mannered patron and opened its mouth. Out came a beautiful triple neck guitar. The swan laid the instrument at the feet of the startled man and said melodiously, 'Jack, take this and show others that it can do what no others can.' At that, the man got up on stage, plugged in and let loose with a sound that caused some to cheer and others to weep. With the shimmering, vibrating guitar seemingly an extension of Jack, he became a full orchestra playing bass, rhythm and lead all at the same time on the single instrument. The swan hovered above all in the crowd and said, 'Appreciate what you have before it's gone,' and burst into a flaming shower of arpeggios and disappeared...Hmmm, maybe I should stop having mushroom pizza right before bed."
