(and I mean Patti Smith)
"Well I was sitting on my window sill, watching
the sky shifting, when a messenger arrived with
a copy of the new Bob Dylan album.
I gave old Glenn Gould a rest and put Modern
Times in my player. To this day, it still
feels funny sliding a CD in place instead
of setting a record on the turntable.
It was always exciting, that first moment, when the
needle connected with the vinyl groove. The first CD
I ever heard was an experimental one, a long time
ago, with Rainy Day Women on it. I just shook my head
and said "nope. it will never take off. nobody will give
up playing records." Nostradamus I am not.
In any event, there are two handsome portraits of Bob in
the packaging. I like the song called Ain't Talkin'.
Like walking alongside Bob hearing him thinking.
It was nice to get a special copy brought to my door.
It kind of made up for all those bus rides
in the mid-sixties, through Camden into Philadelphia,
to stand for hours in line just to buy a copy of
Highway 61 and Blonde on Blonde. It was always
worth it though. I was never disappointed.
Modern Times aside, I am just writing to say
I have been working more on the website
and will be making some changes in the next week.
I had been kind of negligent for a while as I did a lot
of traveling and have had a lot on my mind.
But I promise to be more active.
I am adding another version of Qana on the site.
Just a live late night practice tape.
I mispronounced it when I did it myself but it was the
only version I had and I thought the sentiments were more
important than the pronunciation. I have a penchant for
mispronouncing, so sorry about that.
So I hope you will check the site out. I will try to put new stuff up
every day or two. It's a good communication base. Hope to see
you there. Well I've got to go clean out the refrigerator. A good idea is
to put an open new box of Arm and Hammer baking soda on one
of the shelves. It cuts odors. Not that I'm implying anything"
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
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