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I just got done watching a 4 hour documentary about Bob Dylan. Dylan is my fiancee's favorite musician. It seemed to focus on Dylan's transition from folk music to the time he plugged in and went to an electric, rock-n-roll, pop kind of sound. All through the movie there were interviews with Dylan, past and present. He seems to be a private kind of guy for a big time rock star. He never seemed to like to reveal too much when a question was put to him. He might even turn the question around and ask it of the interviewer. I come away from the film thinking that Dylan thinks the music should speak for itself. There is no need for extrapolation or interpretation. I've heard musicians say that they don't want to speak of what the songs mean to them. There are so many people out there who have their own meanings for songs in relating to them. They don't want to spoil them.
Personally, I'm a straight-forward kind of guy. There's usually no question about what I mean, be it in writing here or when talking to someone. There's no mystery. But then again, I'm no rock star. :)
I went to church today for the first time in 22 years. I was raised going to a southern baptist church in Moraine, Ohio. I think it was called Moraine Baptist Temple. Anyway, Brother Crawford, there's a little plug for you. Maybe you'll get a few more converts. I stopped going there in part because I was rebelling against my father at age 16 and in part because I was becoming socially conscious and I understood how oppressive the atmosphere was in that church, especially toward women. Since then I've switched back and forth between being an atheist and being an agnostic a couple of times. I'm back to being an agnostic now. I don't know for how long. I do have to get married in Jen's church and go through a series of interviews with the priest before-hand. It's an Episcopalian thing. I hope he's okay with me not exactly being faithful to the cause. The Episcopalians are pretty laid back so I don't think there will be a problem.
That's a beautiful church, by the way. It's the oldest church in Richmond, Indiana still surviving. I think it was built in the mid 1800s. There are several very large stained glass windows in the church dating back to its inception, and when the sun lights them up it is a sight to behold. It is beautiful and they have a fine priest. I enjoyed his sermon today and I met many of the devoted faithful. Everyone was friendly. I was not pressured or made to feel sinful in any way.
To my surprise there were only about 30 or 40 people in the congregation. Jen says it's like that all the time. Such a beautiful church and a fine priest, how could this be? Oh yeah, we're in Indiana and the priest is openly gay.
Palm Sunday.
I got a call from a friend today. I've known him since we were 15. He's always talking about old times and how we had so much fun back then. He told me that ever since he hit 30 life just went to shit. I told him that there are still good times to be had, all through life. You just have to make it happen. Yeah, you don't bounce back from a hangover so well now days and your peers are starting to show their age...so what? It seems like when a lot of people get to a certain age something inside them just dies and all they are left to do is reminisce and sing about the glory days. They are stuck on the same music and the same style and the same circle of friends just trying to preserve the good ol' days. Nothing new ever happens to them and on the off chance that it does they are mistrustful of it like it's an outsider that has invaded their circle. Break free, goddammit!
One of the things that impressed me about the Dylan documentary was that all of the people from back in the sixties that they were interviewing in the present seemed so alive and so vibrant. Youthful, even, but maybe tempered a little with experience. You don't have to be a rock star to lead an interesting life. You just have to stay open to new experiences. In Jesus' name we pray. AMEN.
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