I think I had a dream that I wrote to Madonna and she wrote me back. I think my e-mail said that some of the singles on her last few albums have been really good, and I’m impressed with the way she’s managed her career. I think in the dream I forgot about all the Kaballah crap and cultivating a British accent.
In the dream, I figured she must spend as much time each day replying to e-mails as she does working out.
It must have stemmed from what I was thinking the other day: that there are probably some people who are famous to me who aren’t actually famous enough that they get as many nice e-mails as they’d like. For example: the Dispatch film critic, Frank Gabrenya. He’s been doing solid work as long as I’ve lived in this town. I can’t say whether he’s one of the top critics in the country or anything, but I highly value his opinion because I have a comfort level with him that comes from familiarity. He might be the sort of guy who would appreciate a nice e-mail from a reader. Maybe he’s not too swamped already.