It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been too long (for me) that I felt left out of that ball of fire, that fire of inspiration, that solid, manic, deeply driven passion, that mad stuff that makes me who I am.
\nTo be mad and heaven-held and to know what I’m doing and to know I’m all right, that my body is free and my mind isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t chained to the ground. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not about living intensely, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s about writing songs and playing them out to people. As many people and as often as possible. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been too long till last night, when I started reading Bob Dylan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s autobiography and, boom, I was swished back to myself, to that place where I totally belong. What can I say, that shiny black-and-white NYC, just the way I know it, that freezing winter, and the coolest, coolest places and sounds, steaming underground and starry, starry upper life, the East Village, cutting the cold with an inner fire greater than anything that might stand on your way. Myself turning into my own kind of music. Mad man making music and the air is oh so blasting free. LOVE itself cannot even come close to it.
\nAnd no religion too. Everything, the city and an entire era is being born. Everything that happens to you, people you meet and places you go, makes a cryptically firm kind of sense. And you have a million songs in your hand. Oh, man. Last night, Bob Dylan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Chronicles, a glass of wine and a new song in my hands, my piano and all, it felt like NYC at its best again, right here in the freezing cold of Jerusalem.<\/p>\n
Here\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a quote:<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I wanted to play for anybody. I could never sit in a room and just play all by myself. I needed to play for people and all the time. You can say I practiced in public and my whole life was becoming what I practiced.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d (Bob Dylan)<\/p>\n
And another one:<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d either drive people away, or they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d come closer to see what it was all about. There were a lot of better singers and better musicians around these places but there wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t anybody close in nature to what I was doing. Folk songs were the way I explored the universe\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d (Bob Dylan)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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