the sourcerer: Happy Birthday Bob Dylan.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Happy Birthday Bob Dylan.

Well you see, I had three older brothers. They spent all of their pocket money on LP's and seven singles. Every Saturday morning something new for a little girl and her Barbie to dance to.

I wish I had a fraction of that collection. I'm going to start the day by listening to my favourite album. Desire. It's the fiddle and the poetry and it's Emmylou - looking for that record with a sore heart.

Happy 70th birthday Bob Dylan.

Rock on.

❤

2 comments:

Karen Bekker said...: Hi lily- Fanie is listening to a fabulous programme on the BBC at the moment about Dylan, wonderful interviews and insights from his peers. x; May 24, 2011 at 9:28 AM
the sourcerer said...: ag. sorry to miss. me, I'm on my way to Customs House to queue for my passport....; May 24, 2011 at 9:31 AM

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