In Dreams by Roy Orbison

What else can be said about Roy Orbison that Condi Rice hasn’t already mentioned already? Well, friends, I’m going to try. “In Dreams” is such a gentle ballad that it almost makes one want to undergo some experimental gender transfer surgical procedure from beyond the third moon, and forever dwelling in silence in glittery bright red pantaloons. I’ll tell you, prison folk are the best kind of folk there is. I am not sure if David Lynch should be in prison, but his tasteful feature film “Blue Velvet” sort of brought old Roy back to life in a great many respects. Soon, you will be viewing a revamped version of Roy’s classic sad sack sob fest. The video of which was produced like a motherfucker, both to promote “Blue Velvet” the film and the soundtrack, and Roy is looking mighty lax in those shades, boy.

This song functions from the land of love where the cowgirls play. I am fortunate and better off in this life for having listened to it. The beat is almost a slight Waltz, and the string touches make my clit jiggle in absolute ecstasy. I get a mad case of the vapors and just tend to play this track over and over. An interesting piece of marketing comes to mind, and that was when Dennis Hopper hosted the painfully unfunny Saturday Night Live sketch comedy series with Roy Orbison as his special musical guess, and yes, “In Dreams” was performed. Rarely had a bland zombie program like SNL witnessed such beauty and truth. Mr. Orbison only really had two kinds of songs, the upbeat and confident Boogie Woogie/Rockabilly or the pathetic loved starved sad sack genre of gentle balladry, which was a genre of music that Roy essentially invented and perfected, because we’re not talking about Gene Pitney here folks!

I will leave your cute little tush with this question: Do you know what a love letter is?