Hovering

My last post was filled with a type of yearning, and yes, it's still burning. But these days I've been more of a pragmatist. Playing a lot of electric guitar. Writing songs about train-hopping Mexican mamas. I really want to create some kind of myth about Dayton. I want to play to people man. What I need is chemistry and a drummer. I need a better job and save up some cashola. Waiting on my taxes to fix my motorcycle.

I've been playing "Goin' to Acapulco" a lot lately, what a transitional song from the band. You can sense that, although Dylan, there is some kind of transference to the Band and that it shaped them. The song itself is a really intricate in it's sense of melody. The chorus is brilliant. Probably better and more effective than any I've heard. But you hear so much of "music from big pink" in this song, in this really carefree living the music type of song.

Dylan was like a father, a good one, and the Band his children. I don't care what anyone says, when it comes to the Band's song writing, it would be severely lacking if not for Dylan. They were a bar band, plain and simple, and playing fiery OP's music.

But life is brief I'm going to spend my day trying to finish a song.