Sly Stone.

Crazy dream stories are much like poetry on the radio: boring and usually vaguely awkward. But I’m going to take a punt and describe last night’s possibly edam cheese-inspired drama in the hope it’s semi interesting.

I dreamt I was at a Sly & The Family Stone gig at a nonexistent 1000-seater venue in Auckland with Sly taking requests. I asked for If You Want Me To Stay and was thrilled to see Sly agree. Unfortunately midway through the performance I ended up being threateningly chased by a tubby club cricket rival so had to leave before hearing the end of the song. Hashtag gutted.

Here’s the fine song I requested: