bringing it all back home

back from the space caboose fantasy ride
coasting breakfast style with a little darling and pst
both riding shotgun and gubba at the wheel.

thursday night is barely legible and
the whole evening(post-gig) is somewhere on tape
I am half intrigued and half terrified to watch it

the shows on the road were good
amazing what a little promotion can do
we had 7 people at the milwaukee show on thursday
and 5 of them came with us, and a packed house in madison
based on a booking agent
that actually went around and put posters up and advertised.

"its not rocket science..say yes and we'll move on to the next question..."

it is amazing how we figure these things out eventually(slowly but surely)
(what? pay for promotion and people will come to see you...
you mean you don't have to try and pretend to be cool and
never really get noticed because you really weren't that cool???)

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saw the dylan interview last night and was saddened by the fact
that dylan doesn't think he can write anything
comparable to his 60's material(j-lo I agree)
however I respect his honesty and don't
look at his material as better or worse
just different periods of his life.
I mean blood on the tracks may be his best record yet
and that was written way past his "protest" days
and his last 2 albums were
fantastic and have songs that mean just as much to
me as his stuff from the early years.

but he did have a point in relaying the simple fact
that he was in some space or energy during the early
60's that no one could touch. he channeled a feeling
that everyone felt and so be it.
I don't think anyone needs to analyze it more than that
including himself

I mean check out these tunes

it's alright mom I'm only bleeding
girl from the north country
one too many mornings
boots of spanish leather
don't think twice its alright

"I say god damn!"

here are some lyrics from his modern stuff that still blows me away
though for retrospective

"When the last rays of daylight go down
Buddy you'll roll no more
I can hear the church bells ringin' in the yard
I wonder who they're ringin' for
I know I can't win
But my heart just won't give in
Last night I danced with a stranger
But she just reminded me you were the one
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
In the dark land of the sun."

-standing in the doorway