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"I am fiftyone. Will probably live to be 94 like my grandmother. At my funeral, instead of a eulogy, I just want who ever might be there to be silent and listen, and for someone to play, on a state of the art sound system, from Bob Dylan Live 1975, The Rolling Thunder Revue, "Mr. Tambourine Man." It has to be that recording of that song."location: Bayside, NYC New York USA
favorite Bob Dylan song:
Too numerous to say, but see my personal quote.
- Aug 17
They'll pick you up for walking down the street.
They'll stop you if you have no one to meet.
It seems to be happening all the time,
This fast police action in the absence of a crime.I got arrested for trying to see my Dad.
It would be funny if it weren't so sad.
A judge made it all disappear,
But the memory makes it forever clear.You must be very careful where you go.
But look out you won't have to go very far.
Suddenly you're a suspect and then you'll know,
That it's no fun in the back seat of a police car.So the next time you see a stranger on TV,
- Jul 19
I started writing on this website last year, after my father was supposed to have received rehab after leg surgery in January 2008, but instead, after being admitted to a combination "rehabilitation center & skilled nursing facility," received a near fatal dose of a drug with a black box warning against giving it to the elderly.
- Jul 17
My father passed away last October. He and I were, and in my heart still are, very close. We were best friends. I miss him every day. I could be completely myself around him, and he never took offense, or misinterpreted me. No one else quite gets me that way, and I really miss that.
But the gift of his personal inner strength and toughness is something that will live in me forever. Whether by DNA, or by example, he made me this way. I couldn't be any other way if I tried.
- Sep 25
The first time I watched and listened to "Dreamin' of You" a subtext immediately crawled under my skin as easily as Harry Dean Stanton did the first time I saw him in a movie decades ago. I do not know if this subtext is Bob Dylan's or the director's or anyone else's. All I know is that I felt it.
It felt just like what happened to me earlier that same day, when an old woman floated out of my dream and haunted me as I woke up in my bed. I watched "Dreamin' of You" later that day for the first time and I instantly thought I knew who it was that Bob Dylan was really dreaming of: himself.
- Aug 26
2:30 AM, MONDAY MORNING, AUGUST 18, 2008:
I do not know who Nettie Moore really is. All I know is that whoever she is, she means a whole lot to Bob Dylan, and his heart must be aching he misses her so much. When I listen to "Nettie Moore," I miss her for him, and I wish she were still in his life.
I could stop there, because when I hear Bob Dylan sing this song I hear pain in his voice. I feel for him even though I have no idea what the specifics are. Specifics do not matter.
- Aug 17
My mention of "Nettie Moore" in my comments about the Brooklyn Prospect Park show shot a spark across the Atlantic to "Paul in London," who, like me, feels something very deep going on inside when he hears "Nettie Moore." Stranger to stranger, yet Paul does not feel strange to me. I've been waiting to meet him, or at least read his words. I do not know anyone else as eager to share what we have not yet found words for.
- Aug 05
When I was eleven in 1969, two special artists entered my growing sphere of awareness and spoke directly to my soul: Vincent Van Gogh and Bob Dylan. At that time my parents were going through an emotionally violent divorce. My parents were overwhelmed with their own pain and guilt and were not there for me. My older brothers swirled in their angry grief over our dying family. I was very much alone.
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