Welcome to your Dylan phase Malone......

It happens every winter. I leave town for a week or so, sometimes up north sometimes way west but it

always remains to be reminiscent of traveling the U.S. for me. The cold breaks, and covers every part

of my body with frost and awkward dew and I can't think of anything else to do but smoke 12 packs

of cigarettes and catch up with Bob Dylan for some reason. I remember hearing all of these songs for

the first time and who I was with and where I was, the way everyone's coats smelling of awful things,

my own coat not excluded. Remembering sneaking beer everywhere and feeling really crazy, like I was

maybe losing my shit for the first time, not really realizing what losing my shit really would feel like

when it actually happened. Still not really knowing what losing my shit will actually feel like I listen

to these songs and feel like I am not losing it. For christ sake every single fucking album is on you-

tube and there is really no excuse for my not listening to every one of them and accosting myself

for thinking a bit too much all of the time. Every single song or album, songs I have never heard

before, that I had no idea of their existence. Sure once it hits a certain point late 70's into the 80's

I have no idea what he was thinking, I'm sure he is about as clueless as me, or maybe not, maybe

glowing with that cocaine confidence and divine intuition he knows exactly what he was doing,

Gleeful self indulgence in sabotaging everything else that is so "great". I don't know and despite

what the above implies I don't really give two shits about what he was thinking during any of it

but I am glad that I have it to listen to now, stream even, everything all on youtube for my drunken

convenience.

-Casey