Dylan’s Million Dollar (Christmas) Bash
OK. I admit it. I was wrong. I’m not admitting this because I’ve gotten into the holiday spirit. I’m not admitting this because my body’s been taken over by holiday spirits. And I’m not admitting...
View ArticleA night so cold, a heart so warm
Photo by Joe McLaughlin/mycentraljersey.com He might be a character in a movie. Maybe someone who’s sitting in the shadows of a Tom Waits lyric or a Charles Bukowski poem, the lonely middle-aged guy...
View ArticleNot dark yet…
Ain’t looking for nothin’ in anyone’s eyes… Filed under: Bob Dylan, love, Music Tagged: "Not Dark Yet", Dylan, love
View ArticleRetreating
Spending a week in a small town in the Berkshires, at a writers retreat, I find myself wondering…”retreat?” Am I retreating from life? No. Am I retreating from life’s pain? No. Am I retreating from...
View ArticleLike the morning sun you come and like the wind you go…
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide… The title of this post — of course! — is from the song “Uncle John’s Band” by the Grateful Dead. Let me take you down ’cause I’m going to…...
View ArticleEmbers
Whiteout. Blizzards of regret. Drifting thoughts. Snowed in by sorrow. Thin ice. No need for any more wintry words…they won’t stoke the warming fire…they won’t quell the howling wind…. See that she has...
View ArticleWatching the river flow
I warmed up for the celebration of Bob Dylan’s 70th birthday by attending a great show — Blondes on “Blonde on Blonde” — presented last Saturday as part of the Concerts at the Crossing series held in...
View ArticleHard rain (October 1962)
I was a very little boy but I sensed something big was going on. My father had rushed home early from work. Now he was sitting in front of our black-and-white TV as the president — Kennedy — delivered...
View ArticleRockin’ Around the Christmas Tree….
Bob… http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-50273075001/bob_dylan_must_be_santa_official_music_video/ And Bruce (with jolly old Santa Clarence)… Filed under: Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Christmas, Music
View ArticleNight bird, white bird
My first great love? I was 19 and she was 18, and we met at college in upstate western New York. There’s one perfect word for it: I was smitten. She had long dark hair, pale white skin which freckled...
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