i have had the same bob dylan disc on rotation for the last three days. oddly enough, i'm not ready to throw it out the window.
"he was a friend of mine."
it reminds me of Ramblin' Jack Elliott's story about being snowed in on a mountain with nothing but The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan record. after being stuck there a few days, being able to play Don't Think Twice, It's Alright like it was nothing.
"let me die in my footsteps, before i go down under the ground."
today i feel like i could pick up a harmonica and make something beautiful come out of it like dylan does. but for the sake and sanity of the people around me, i promise i won't even try.
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