I have been enjoying some wonderfully bizarre dreams lately, due to the repeated need for antihistamines, and I think I outdid myself last night. For some reason, I found myself — in the dream — at the computer, attempting to marry a soundtrack of a song about Fat Albert, the Bill Cosby character, to a video of a staggeringly obese penguin in a red dinner jacket waddling along purposefully to some performing venue.
This was so vivid that when I got up, I — don’t laugh — searched YouTube for Fat Albert + Penguin and got a short list of actual hits. Alas, they seemed to be fairly meaningless captures from some video game.
I have no particular interest in penguins and haven’t thought about Fat Albert in years; because my engagement with broadcast culture bottomed out a quarter century ago, I have only a vague idea that he was eventually animated in some TV cartoon and had no clue he had ever been involved in a video game. I treasured those old Cosby monologues on vinyl and played them over and over. But except for looking up the Fernet Branca one a while back, I haven’t listened to them since I left college, probably.
I have no idea what my subconscious is trying to tell me.