Blues in the Night

My dreams can have amazing soundtracks. Whenever a great song comes up in my dream, I wish that I could remember the music and write it down when I wake up in the morning. Usually, there’s no way I can remember all the details. Last night, however, yielded a simple blues riff. It was nicely orchestrated for big band, but here’s the melody:

I named it Mister Sausage after a short film I saw in my dream about a deranged French guy who called himself Mister Sausage and hit on women randomly in the street. He spoke English with an accent and he replaced every couple of words or so with a completely inaccurate substitute. In my dream, I found this film on Channel 102, but you won’t find it there. Check out that site, though.