personal
photo galleries
search
for more information contact skot@penguinstorm.com
| I Am Skooter | |
|
So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
Sunset is an angel weeping / Holding out a bloody sword — Bruce Cockburn, Pacing the Cage |
|
When Richard died, I listened to a lot of Bob Dylan. A lot. I’m not really sure why - he never really mentioned an afinity for him or anything, it just seemed like that was the CD that slipped into my CD player and stayed. There was something about Dylan’s 1966 live recording of “Like a Rolling Stone” that resonated with me; hearing him scream “How does it feel?” into the mike for the first time with an electric guitar in his hands meant something at the time - a few years before I was born.
I didn’t quite know how to feel when I learned of Richard’s death, and I still don’t.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Posted by skooter at 12:22 AM
This entry is filed under Friends.
This entry is tagged: Music, Richard Charteris, Sailing