crazy good

I awoke to an excitement today. Today I am going to meet some Apples. Today I get to hear my favorite band play in one of my favorite venues ever. The cosmos shine on me.

And now it's the middle of the day, and I'm watching the clock crawl endlessly on towards the five o'clock toll. I'm getting anxious, too anxious to actually get any real work done, and so I'm here typing in this journal and listening to Bob Dylan sing his heart out. This is my favorite of all of Dylan's work - his first release, self-titled album. You can hear America screaming from his road-weary guitar and his rusty vocal chords. It's a voice that I think is very much alive today; some would even say that it's a voice reincarnated in the earthy music of Over the Rhine.

In my time of dyin'
don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do
is take my body home.

Well, well, well
so I can die easy.
Well, well, well
so I can die easy.

Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

Tonight I get to go to a place I like to call 'home.'

-d.