Blood on the Tracks is the sun of my Bob Dylan universe. Desire is the moon. (Welcome to Bob Dylan astrology, by me.) I consider myself to be Earth. “Tangled Up in Blue” is where I am, right now, (and sometimes “Idiot Wind” album version, other times Bootleg Series version, you should listen to them one after the other for best effect. Obviously,) “One More Cup of Coffee” is right previous to where my blog is. (Listening to crickets tonight. Softly, like a crystalline froth of sound, from all around the rice paddies, in which there is no time, no history, only countless grains and some one infinite self, dissolving.)
