nothing in here is true

  1. Tuesday, March 12, 2019

    not dark yet / time out of mind / 1998 

    Shadows are falling and I been here all day
    It’s too hot to sleep and time is running away
    Feel like my soul has turned into steel
    I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t let me heal

    There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain
    Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
    She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
    She put down in writin’ what was in her mind

    I just don’t see why I should even care
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    Well I been to London and I been to gay Paree
    I followed the river and I got to the sea
    I’ve been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies
    I ain’t lookin’ for nothin’ in anyone’s eyes

    Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    I was born here and I’ll die here, against my will
    I know it looks like I’m movin’ but I’m standin’ still
    Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
    I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from

    Don’t even hear the murmur of a prayer
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

  2. Saturday, July 14, 2018

    you can do this you can do this you can do this 

    any time i think that something might be too hard

    or that someone has set up a stumbling block for me to trip on

    or that because no one else has done it before, i cant

    i think about bob dylan who never wrote these words but epitomizes them perfectly

    you can do this you can do this you can do this

    fuckers known as the greatest lyricist and songwriter of all time

    yet if you went up to 100 people maybe one of them can sing you a song of his all the way through

    but it would probably take you 500 people to find that one.

    does that mean that his songs are any less special? no it means that they are complex and twisted and gnarled and break the rules of what pop music is “supposed” to be like.

    which should be the goal of creative people. and ps we are all creative people.

    you can do this

    dylan was booed when he omg dared to put down his acoustic guitar and plug in and play an electric.

    he was criticized — and is still maligned for not being a great singer

    when he recorded a number of “Christian” or “Born Again” records he was ridiculed and those magnificent pieces were considered unworthy for his canon.

    but did he pay any mind? did he pack up the plantation? did he give in to those who were a few steps behind him?

    no he kept moving. which is why you can do this you can do this you can do this.

    being a leader can be lonely, the bugs hit your windscreen more than those riding comfortably in your wake,

    you have to blaze the path by cutting down the weeds with your machete of love,

    you have to shake hands with the natives and build bridges and repair roadways

    the others can simply coast behind you and tell their friends how much progress They’ve made in half the time it took you

    but you know

    to lead means to make the map, to learn the language, to set up milestones and alliances

    to follow means to look out the window and take in the view.

    even in a road race of a thousand cyclists there’s only one leader

    and with each strenuous pedal he’s saying





    you can

    do this

    you can do this

    because yes you can.

  3. Friday, August 28, 2015

    this is barely even on a bob dylan album 

    it didnt make the cut for Blonde on Blonde even though dylan took 19 takes of it.

    even though it’s amazing.

    even though even with the abrupt ending, it’s perfect.

    Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can’t you reach?

    the only way you can buy it is to spend $33 – or stream it.

    how incredible is that? its almost like he doesnt want us to have it.

    this is how art should be.

    all the time.

    art should always play hard to get when its this good.

  4. Wednesday, May 6, 2015

    yesterday was cinco de blah blah 

    FYF Festinstead of drinking for no reason i took a walk because of my new Stepz app. do i wanna live forever? no. but while i’m here i dont wanna be a fat cow who can barely do anything physical.

    i also dont like having heart burn or back aches or all the other things im bound to have now that im 7 thousand years young.

    so i walked even though it was cold. (60 degrees).

    walked and walked and realized i was near a mexican grocery store. i love eating fish but the only fast food joint i know that serves grilled fish is Yoshimomo and all they serve is Tilapia which im told is the ugliest fish in the sea and will kill you if you eat too much of it.

    not sure i wanna die from fast food so i inspected the fresh fish the grocery store had, chose a big slab of Salmon, and some chips and salsa because it was cinco.

    walked home, george forman grilled it, and it was delicious.

    even had some leftovers for tonight and for the kittens.

    because my car has been in the shop ive been reorganizing my home. why? who cares. because no one else is doing it.

    found my favorite shirt which i thought had been thrown out by my maid.

    sorry connie!

    theres a damning line in Bob Dylan’s “Idiot Wind”, it’s the last line of the song actually where Dylan concludes

    We’re idiots, babe
    It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves

    and I can totally relate.