I rarely remember dreams. When I do I barely remember any details and these generally fade rapidly on waking. At time I have wished I were more like Jack Kerouac and had the capacity to write a dream journal but this is, if you excuse the phrase, as impossible a dream as remembering them in the first place. Last night however I do recall that I had a dream and that in it there was a rather fine sounding band playing a wonderful Pop song called ‘Souvenir’. In the light of the morning I want to say the group was like Yo La Tengo playing in the Factory during ‘I Shot Andy Warhol’ but that is likely my coffee fuelled consciousness colouring the vision. And although the song sounded vaguely familiar it was certainly none of the following: