I wrote and recorded this when I was about 21. I lived in an old house built in the 20's. I'd stay up all night, most nights, writing and playing songs with folks. It was a highly productive time in my life as an artist.
My kitchen was plastered with pictures of my musical heroes, magazine pics cut from Rolling Stone, SPIN, etc.
I had several pictures of Dylan on the kitchen cabinets. Dylan never ceases to be an inspiration to me, never ceases to be a mystery. His music has kept me company through many, many nights. His songs have a way of repainting the walls, dimming the lights, moving the furniture. They're almost tangible, concrete, often ethereal, at once unmovable and fluid.
In a recent interview he claimed to have been transfigured at some point during the 60's. I might believe him.
My kitchen was plastered with pictures of my musical heroes, magazine pics cut from Rolling Stone, SPIN, etc.
I had several pictures of Dylan on the kitchen cabinets. Dylan never ceases to be an inspiration to me, never ceases to be a mystery. His music has kept me company through many, many nights. His songs have a way of repainting the walls, dimming the lights, moving the furniture. They're almost tangible, concrete, often ethereal, at once unmovable and fluid.
In a recent interview he claimed to have been transfigured at some point during the 60's. I might believe him.