My mom had some LP’s lying around, played them in the living room while cooking dinner. My best friend Tim Costello wouldn’t let me in a word edge-wise when he started talking about _Blonde on Blonde _at the age of 15. I wore out every cassette i had of his in my son-appropriated, mom’s old ‘87 grand-am that ran like squirrels were kicking the fan-belt. I’m a huge fan. Books upon records upon memories upon making me believe i know who i am.
Backed by Martin Scorsese (director of The Last Waltz starring the Band – another huge influence on me -), the first part of the two-part series No Direction Home on PBS has just finished, which prompted me throwing on the LP’s i stole from my mom over scattered visits home.
Still fresh. Still harrowing. Still hopeful. Still making me wish i didn’t talk about Bob Dylan like some cliche’d Bob Dylan fan… ah, well.

Now if we can only get some coverage of Jim Croce…

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