S YOU IMMERSE yourself in the sleep-tapes on this album, you will undoubtedly begin to brook doubts as to their authenticity. Please rest assured that McGregor's somniloquies are the real McCoy. Interviews I've conducted over the years with people who knew him back in the day confirm that he did indeed dream out loud, exactly as advertised. In fact, many of my correspondents actually saw and heard him do it. MILT GABLER, knowing that the suits at Decca would be pestering him to back up the claims of sleeptalking, stayed overnight at the foot of McGregor's bed on one occasion to watch him dream. Make that two occasions, because on the first night he didn't hear or see a thing. With the album's release hanging in the balance, Barr convinced him to give it another try, and on the second night, speech happened. Gabler even made his own recordings of McGregor's sleeptalking, although they have since been lost. If McGregor is acting, it's an uncanny deception -- he's doing as good a job of it as Spencer Tracy or Jimmy Stewart ever could, combined with the writing skills necessary to devise such impossibly imaginative scripts. But there is no hokum here -- if you remain unconvinced, that's too bad. You'll just have to take my word for it.
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DION McGREGOR DREAMS AGAIN