Thursday, December 23, 2004

Why Bob Dylan rules's why. A passage (just one of many such) from Chronicles Vol 1:

"New York City, the city that would come to shape my destiny. Modern Gomorrah. I was at the initiation point of square one but in no sense a neophyte.
When I arrived, it was dead-on winter. The cold was brutal and every artery of the city was snowpacked, but I’d started out from the frostbitten North Country, a little corner of the earth where the dark frozen woods and icy roads didn’t faze me...I had a heightened sense of awareness, was set in my ways, impractical and a visionary to boot. My mind was strong like a trap and I didn’t need any guarantee of validity."

More on this later...


  1. how *much* like 'Last thoughts...' it sounds...makes we want to go read it...

  2. Nice Blog mate! Here from Leela's :) Merry Christmas and chairs! ~ JW