it was the WW2 era, and I was following the progress of a new band as they forged their sound. a part of my brain related it to/confused it with glenn miller evolving to having a clarinet lead. but that wasn't this.

the whole thing was more like a movie or biographic sequence than real life, with scenes illustrating the evolution. there they are, like a normal 'big band'. there they are, in a bar, changing their percussion. trying out a new song in the studio. changing the beat, the instrument balance.

I finally realized I was mentally stitching together an alternative birth line to rock n roll. and in the dream, I felt like I was on the verge of a huge epiphany, that the historians just got it wrong. the band was setting up, and they really had changed. now their percussion consisted of all stray/broken pieces of classically turned furniture. their stage layout had it run from the front of stage left to the rear just right of center. it actually had a pleasant clacky sound. and what was the song they came up with? 'rock around the clock' of course.

I was there, in my dream, as they set up, and played this song, all the way through, on the clacky furniture pieces and with a trumpet lead. part of me wondered why it hadn't evolved into a clarinet...