Tag: Bob Dylan
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To Bob With Thanks
[Source: Google search.] I think we can consider the fact that Bob Dylan is a Renaissance Man for our times. He is a master welder of artistic forms. He can write poetry and songs that are confusing, subtle and ultimately profound. He earned the Nobel Prize in Literature. He is an accomplished painter, owner of…
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Bob Takes A Bow
[Source: Google search.] “I’ve got nothing more to live up to.” –Dylan This is not going to be the usual Bob Dylan fan blog. I’ve something special to relate. More on that later. I’m sitting in what is usually the warmest room in our home, the dining room. It must be the two sets of…
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The Day Bob Dylan Dies
[Source: Google search.] This is not an obituary. It’s not a eulogy. It’s a foreshowding. I’m a sensitive guy. I’m seventy years old and I cry at the final scene of Casablanca, several times during Dr. Zhivago, and at the end of Sleepless in Seattle. I make no apologies. But, lately, my generation (mostly the…
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Here I Sit In Space #275 In The Rose Reading Room: Yet I Am Not Insecure
It was an afternoon in mid-October. The rain had fallen most of the morning so when I arrived at the wet slippery steps of the Main Branch of the New York Public Library on 5th Ave., the scattered metal tables were mostly empty and wet. I posted a photo of the wet tables on Instagram.…
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Roadside Attractions From The Rearview Mirror
I feel like I’ve driven half-way around the earth’s diameter. Actually, according to the odometer on the red Ford Escape, we did indeed travel that far. Our total distance driven, including side trips for sight-seeing, came to an astounding 13,589 miles! If you’re into engine care and maintenance, that’s would be three oil changes (and…
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Out On Highway 61
You leave todays newspaper unread on the table next to your front door. A dozen flies buzz around the hole in your window screen next to the formica table in your kitchen. They get in despite the wad of toilet paper you use to plug the hole. You walk home from a bar. You weren’t…
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Between Patience and Fortitude
Despite what my weather app informed me about this afternoon–that the temperature was heading toward the low 40’s, I’m still having the feeling that my wool jacket (more of a pea coat) is merely for show. The cold wind slices through me like a Triscut dips through Roasted Red Pepper and Garlic Hummus. I’m chilled…
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How Three Moments From An Evening With Bob Dylan And His Band Will Stay With Me
It was December 1, 2014. The mild afternoon had turned into a chilly evening. A light rain was falling on the gritty sidewalks of the Upper West Side of Manhattan. The marquee of the Beacon Theater on 75th Street told the story of the next few hours in my life: TONIGHT-AN EVENING WITH BOB DYLAN…
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Passports 15: Good-bye England [I Want You]
We sat in an Irish Pub, O’Neills, in the west end of London. It is my last night in England. I can see Bushmills Irish Whiskey etched into the glass of the large window. The letters are backwards. Two singers–one on an acoustic and the other on an electric guitar. They are playing a Beatles tune…
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