Construction workers woke me up today from one of the strangest dreams I've had recently.
In the dream, I was chatting at work with someone I didn't know well about "Anna", the 1967 made-for-TV movie starring Jean-Claude Brialy and Anna Karina, with music and lyrics by Serge Gainsbourg. Following our discussion, the person from work proceeded to invite me to some kind of informal rehearsal with a tribute band he was doing. I accepted, thinking the band was just starting out and that there'd be five of us drinking beers and making some noise.
But when I got to the rehearsal place, I was led to this gigantic opera house of immense proportions with thousands of people sitting everywhere or lying on the ground.
I sat down with the rest of the crowd and realized everyone was here to take part in this weird free-form musical experiment to see if you could build a musical from scratch, with no direction or preconceived music of any kind.
Of course, everyone was chiming in and voicing out their opinion as to how we should proceed, making the whole endeavour impossible. A few strong-willed 'leaders' rapidly emerged; angry, belligerent men quite vocal in their telling off of others like myself who were - at least in the beginning - making some initial artistic suggestions with great enthusiasm.
In the end, before I left, all the massive crowd could manage was this basic yogic hum, "Aaaaah-Naaaaaaah" with some sporadic attempts at Gregorian inflections no one could manage properly. The whole scene began to feel like a directionless mass not going anywhere, with no priest at the helm to steer the crowd to any kind of grand finale or resolution.
Claude Chabrol was in the audience too, and I remember him looking particularly befuddled at the whole spectacle.
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