well, it's been awhile since i posted, so i thought i'd weigh in for a minute. i got REALLY sick last week, from sunday to about thursday or friday, & i thought it was pancreatitis rearing its ugly head, but things are -- pun intended -- coming out all right now. but for three full days -- really almost four, about 95 hours or so -- i had to go to the bathroom every 30 minutes. makes for hard sleep, & makes work virtually impossible. but i stayed off the drink for 3 days, ran out of all my other "calmatives," so it was a decidedly surreal four days. all better now, thought, really spending a lot of time at the restaurant. please pass it on to everyone that you can that fishmonger's has their act together, & you can check our website for veggie specials, announcements, specials, etc. it's at www.fishmongers.net
on a side note: one of my new "favorite" bob dylan songs is called "where are you tonight? (journey through dark heat)". it's the last track on "street legal," & i suggest you give it a listen, if you can. you can check out the lyrics here, though really you need to listen to the song. it's got some weird 70's style backup singing, & some silly horns in some places, but i really think it's a gem. here's the opening:
There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write.
There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satellite.
There's a neon light ablaze in a green smoky haze, & laughter down on Elizabeth Street
There's a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure heat.
Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced what he preached from the heart.
A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted to me the time and the place that we'd part.
There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage
And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
Of a book that no one can write.
Oh, where are you tonight?
Again, you need to listen to the song. The "I" in the song changes, as does the "she" & the "he" [thanks bob]. i think it's really great, & once again, it's like bob is just talking to you about himself & the state of the world he sees around him. it's like we're his personal therapist, & he's ours. inexplicable, really.
in any case, hope all is well, check out the song, i think you can listen to it from the lyrics page. if not, drop me a line & i'll make you a cd of dylan stuff that'll blow yer socks off.
peace,
covert
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