Hey Mr. Tamborine Man...

I'm in love with this scrolling thing, so I thought I'd post another song.


Mr. Tambourine Man Lyrics

I'm having dinner tonight with my second and third oldest friends (oldest being a function of the duration of the friendship), both of whom, I feel certain, have spent their share of time silhouetted by the sea.

I was struck while reading an interview with Bob Dylan once in which he admitted he couldn't possibly write, at the age of 60-some, the stuff he wrote at the age of 20-some. I think he might have been referring to the more surreal stuff, like Shakespeare, he's in the alley, etc., but this, really, despite how many times one hears it, is quite a song.

I sometimes look at paintings, or parts of paintings, and wonder how I did them. This would be a for-good-or-for-bad kind of thing. But I still wonder.