Good personal facts get meatier through re-evaluation, like the fact that, even though I mostly try to steer clear of him, Bob Dylan manages to break into me and face myself i.e. cry. I really avoid him, but Pandora sends him knocking on my door, or Dave makes me a cd where he purposely puts bob dylan on it even when i warn him not to. Then, as I'm listening critically to his voice pressed against his teeth and his musical saw-like pitch, and even as i'm thinking all these critical things i also notice that I'm crying. he scares me to death.
So why does he freak me out so much? You know when you don't want to do something good for you because you know it'll change the way your life is going? It's a loss of innocence. that's how I feel about going through a bob dylan phase. I know it'll happen, but i'm afraid of what it will do to me as a musician. i.e. devastated.
I don't ever wish I was less sensitive to really excellent art, but it can be hard when it really hurts you down to the bed, crying.
i should just do it. new year's resolution: deal with bob dylan.
Devoting oneself to art feels like trying to reinvent different ways to put oneself through puberty.
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