To Be a Rock and Not to Roll 2/22/2012 This morning I suddenly woke up at 4am certain that I'd finally realized the meaning of the words to the song, "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. This was both amazing and startling because as far as I know, I had not been wondering about this at all. At least not for a couple decades at least. It's possible I heard the song just last week. But even if that were the case, I wasn't listening to it. I was working. I only surmise I heard it since Led Zeppelin is between AC/DC and Metallica on my mp3 player. At the moment it was perfectly clear, as if I should have known the meaning to these words years ago. How could anyone not? I can only assume everyone else knows, and if I were to ask, they'd all say, err yeah, isn't it obvious? Anyhow, what part of my brain was working on this problem? I'm pretty sure it's a part of the brain that was supposed to be doing other things these last 20 years. How many times was I not able to answer a question, or work out a problem fast enough, because part of my brain's horsepower was working on this in the background? And why did I need to wake up? I guess after 20 years of looking for an answer, this part of my brain seriously wanted some credit. As I splashed some water on my face in the bathroom, I was wondering what kind of dream I could of had to convey this information. I briefly entertained the idea of amusing myself by coming up with a dream I could of had, and then realized it was probably a futile waste of time. Cause if my brain could have come up with an interesting dream, it would have, and it didn't, and I'm still using the same brain. But it was probably too late. I already wondered what kind of dream I would have had. I was half asleep, and that part of my brain was just paddling around the consciousness with nothing to do, and it probably heard me wonder. It probably grabbed hold of that task and dove back into my subconscious trying to put something together. Twenty years from now I'll have a crazy dream about the year 2012 and staircases. This kinda makes me wonder. Do I have a bunch of these researchers only now surfacing from 20 years ago? This might explain all those dreams about failing tests in college. Perhaps every time I freaked out while taking a test, a little part of my brain took a dive into my subconscious. Some I scooped up at the time with a glass of beer during those nights. While others dove deeper not to be seen again until now? I can't help but wonder about a song they had us sing in like kindergarten or first grade. It was called "Tiny O" or at least that was how it went. As best as I can remember it was taught to us by the music teacher woman. I only repeat the words because they are interestingly insane: "Past one window Tiny O, past two windows Tiny O, past three windows Tiny O, Listen at the window, Tiny O. Ti-ny-O! Ti-ny-O! listen at the window Tiny O". Of course I'm not sure Tiny-O was a person, or whether or not I have the spelling correct, on account I'm fairly sure I didn't know how to spell at the time. As far as I know it may have been common practice at the time, to use school children to unwittingly help summon a demon from another universe to do your bidding. Tiny-O, String theory, the three windows into our universe... that sort of thing. So I went back to bed last night and when I woke up at a more reasonable hour, waited for my babe to show the first sign of being awake. I immediately asked her what the words to "Stairway to Heaven" were. Turns out, it doesn't look as if the actual meaning matches what I realized. As is often the case, some of the best musical lyrics are not what they were intended to be. But what makes "Stairway to Heaven" so cool, is that both actual and subjective meanings are pretty awesome.