My back pages still stands as one one my all-time favorites; not just by Bob Dylan, but among the many artists of all decades. When I was 18 and recently learning my chords with a 12$ Teisco from Sears & Roebuck, and going to live band dances, I would be raptured by the local groups rendition of the Byrds's interpretation of that song, and eventually I learnt the lead guitar solo simply by memory. My home town was the center of the best bands that could play as good as The rolling stones, the Byrds, The animals, and The young rascals. I don't know why no one was playing Beatles, although there was one band called the Beagles. 1968 and some people felt ashamed to play Beatles too loud in their portable record players. For me no one was even close to the fab four. I began to learn all their songs with my guitar. My cousing had a closet full of stylish hippie clothes and he would lend me some, and we would go to "the center" and people thought we were the band. Having been raised in NYC as a child, my cousing was one of the hippest guys in town. I had met him a year earlier since my father job kept us as gypsies and moving every three months due to his goverment job, and after my mother left him, we came back to where all our relatives lived. Later in 1969 when I was living in the NYC's Greenwhich village, my cousing came to visit me in my pad on second ave, and told me my father would kill me if he found me. He was a hard-core army man, and I was dodging the draft.
I said let's go , we packed, we walked to the village we found copper penies and rainbow smiles shinning yellow faces,asking for change wait, till i come back till i find what we're are looking for and it was 69,and it was sixty nine,st.marks and it was valencia hotel instead, for a while run to the shelter now it's safe, one is taken two remain. then it was angels and hectors, and staff members fighting then the last goodby fight, but sunshine had opened my eyes about friendships and strangers, and archs and songs and revivals the filthy parks the wakeful nights, the runing away for ever. then it was god father fender, and much later piramid problems falling amps on childrens heads, foresight of stadium problems block party, halloween who is wearing the best of masks? then its burning ave, fillmore, circus and running to nowhere fast soon is children at the grand concourse, and wifes who can't stay home and haight ashbury and back to fast and penny peace, and guilty trips two centuries, two towers and library steps, later green and druncards crashing bottles in frustration, the millions and the few. betraying friends and many kitchens and jumping into abyss and missing shoes, and arjuna and krishna coming out of walls back in fortress, and Santana's music of family name. trips that never end,we're caught in this rainbow of life.
You are but young and... You have lived but, better, you have interesting histories that to count? The age causes that the people have experience, that...us it makes interesting.
