If I were a poet, a writer, or a singer songwriter and had never written anything but the following verse, I'd be satisfied.

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.


My love for Bob Dylan's music hasn't let up since I first heard Subterranean Homesick Blues almost 20 years ago.  Other more important things have gotten in the way of seeing him in concert (it's been a few years), and this past year there was a release of every concert he performed in 1966, 36 discs in total.  In years past, I would have jumped at the chance to get this, but in reality, there is no way I would have the time or the desire to listen to the whole thing in it's entirety, so I opted for the single release of a show from the Royal Albert Hall, a Christmas present from my dear wife.  It showed up a couple days after Christmas.  When I popped it into the player, I figured I would take down the tree, why not one enjoyable activity cancel out a not so enjoyable activity.  It didn't disappoint.  Mr Tambourine to me was the highlight of each of these shows (I've heard several), he draws out every word like it's his last, and the harmonica solos sound like they come from another world.  "Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free" must be the most beautiful thing ever written. 








Five Favorite Songs of the Day


What it Means-the Drive by Truckers


Philosophize It!  Chemicalize it!-Kishi Bashi


Cold Irons Bound-Bob Dylan


Fill in the Blanks-Car Seat Headrest


22 over soooon-Bon Iver


Happy Saturday, friends...


andrew