A brief news item about Sparks in the latest Wire (which reports that the Mael brothers are writing a musical about Ingmar Bergman — which is plenty curious enough, all by itself) recalledprompted (yes, that’s the word) an image from a very recent dream, possibly as recent as last night:

I’m sitting in the front passenger seat of a car, travelling fairly slowly and driving on the right, although the car’s a UK-style right hand drive model. I don’t know who the driver is, but I’m thinking that the driver is female. Anyway, I notice that an oncoming vehicle (a small 70s model Japanese car, maybe a little Honda) contains Sparks. They’re older than they were in 1974, but judging from pictures that I’ve just rooted up, the original line-up. Russell is driving. I wave, and they wave back, grinning broadly as they pass. This is all I can remember of the dream.

Now, I do like Sparks; I consider them very underrated, but I wouldn’t say I was a Huge Fan, and I certainly don’t think about them often. So, interpretations welcome…