bob_dylan_1964 (bob_dylan_1964) wrote in thebeatleworld,
bob_dylan_1964
bob_dylan_1964
thebeatleworld

  • Mood:

Philharmonic Hall, 31st October

I ran through the song as if it was melting butter spreading over my bread. I stared out into the crowd that I could barely see, but I could feel them moving. I could hear them breathing and my skin felt hot. I felt a little on fire, partly from the lights, partly from the energy that simply was running through me.

I was getting used to this. More and more. I liked the singing, who didn't? I just hated the business, the bureucracy, but I liked the money. I didn't really see how that was a problem though. Joan...she was coming up here soon. Even if she didn't know it. I took a deeper breath and let it out into the mic.

<i>"Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, bury the rag deep in your face for now's the time for your tears."</i> I smiled as the I hit out the final chords on my guitar and harmonica before smiling out into the crowd. They were applauding and I felt like the king again. You really couldn't help enjoying this.

"I wann call...oh come on. Okay, she's coming out now. I wanna bring out..." I smiled and chuckled into the mic as I saw her shaker her head, her hair fluttering under the lights.  "Joan Baez," god, she looked beautiful.
Tags: bob dylan, cynthia, joan baez
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 0 comments