team.

when i was 12 years old on a tumbly hill 8 years from today, i was looking for a team. i was looking for a swift cup of warmth carried in by care. it was hard to know growing up if anything resembling care belonged in my life. it’s been a quiet tyranny to slowly let it in. walking down the hill, i have held the hands of smiling days and felt the waves of dizzying love all around.…

there’s somethin’ underlying about “a complete unknown” and the world it lives in. shockfulla cigarettes in sessions, taxi cabs, in bed, anywhere… there’s the pulsating unrest of the 1960s, the threads and musicians. there’s tiny bobby dylan from minnesota… but there’s also the pull of the folks, those who tune in for the music. if there wasn’t an audience, who would he play to? and sure, revelling in your assholery is a thing… in fact it’s kept bob dylan on…