This is more a dream mixed in with a misremembered memory, imagery built up over time.
I’d only seen Sade’s “The Sweetest Taboo” video once or twice when it first came out. I’d heard the song on the radio far more and still remember how it sounded, played back on the rickety old cassette tape I’d so treasured, having lain in wait for the DJ to play it, finally.
Over the years, the remnants of the video had filtered through my mind, and one night during a wild, beautiful storm, I dreamed…
The music starts with the rain, my band playing in the living room, set up against one long wall. From inside I can see the rain pouring off the porch roof and streaming down to the grass, rained-green bushes and trees in the background. And one could be daring and go out on the porch with someone, faded cushions on old wicker furniture, or stay inside, lying just below the wide-paned windows on the couch, tendrils of the rain-scented breeze coming in. And all the while the music is playing.
I’m not sure how much of me was Sade and how much was watching her at the same time; that’s one of the cool things about dreams, that curious double-sight.
I’d held on to that dream and the feelings in the dream all this while, never really needing to see the video before my eyeballs again. Then YouTube was invented with everything you could possibly want to see, ever.
So I found that video and eagerly pressed play–and discovered I’d been misremembering all this time!
Yet somehow, it really doesn’t matter.