Loud large guy on the streetcar chose the seat next to me soon told me he had been drinking but reassured me he gets mellow when he drinks. Said “it’s smoking pot that gets me fucked up”. So relieved. Then Craigslist brought forth someone from the burbs with accessories in pristine condition for $60. My 90s Moulinex seen better days but this time I’ll give attention to cleaning parts I previously neglected. Amazed to finally find vintage replacements, as you get older you don‘t waste second chances. Don’t know why actors get so giddy about songwriters but it’s a thing or at least seems those in my orbit identify that way as if someone playing a song is more significant than a powerful actor. Don’t they know all of us are imposters, equally? Seems like every group wants to align themselves with idea that God is something that cares about their group uniquely. Irish setters, springer spaniels, terriers can’t get anywhere without the first order of business, an acknowledgement they’re all dogs everything else is second and not as important. You’re Jewish, your Muslim, you’re Lions fan – we’re all on the streetcar talking to strangers looking for a magical Craigslist deal and equally pretending to be here when in fact our lifetimes are less than the blip of a blip.
Got to the class a little early and found one of the guys practising Make You Feel My Love, he’s maybe 22 yrs. old. Don’t know any of these people well but my sense of this particular guy was that he would have thought Adele wrote the Dylan song.
“Do you know who wrote that song?” I asked eager to surprise him.
“Bob Dylan.” he answered
“That’s right.” I said disappointed at not getting to prove my teacher cred. “Do you know much of Bob Dylan’s music?”
“I know he’s written lots he doesn’t get any credit for, it’s a real shame.”
“You think so? Like what?”
“All Along The Watchtower.” he replied.