about a year ago my dear sister came into the city to spend a few days with me. denise and i can sit for hours and do nothing other than listen to music and talk about unimportant stuff for hours... this was pretty much the entire weekend.
anyways, at one point during the weekend i played mississippi by bob dylan. When the song was finished she simply asked, "do you think he even has to try anymore"? i thought about this for awhile and turned it over and over again in my mind over the last year. but then today i was walking down the block listening to tangled up in blue... when i couldn't help but ask the even more important question, "do you think he ever had to try"?
a friend of mine said to me a few weeks back, and i agreed with him at the time, that no matter how hard i try. no matter how good i am. no matter who i co-write with. i will never write a song as good as tangled up in blue. today i celebrated this. if we can reach the ceiling, we stop growing.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
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