You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

I had to bid a virtual adieu to an old friend yesterday. Unlike Bob Dylan, I have not only known careless love. In fact, I’ve never known it, and that might be the problem. Or it might be as simple as “if something’s not right it’s wrong.” Blood On The Tracks is as good anContinue reading “You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go”

Only A Pawn In Their Game

  In anticipation of a six-part series on The Summer of Love, I’ve been visiting the sources of inspiration behind the explosion of ideas that characterized 1967 in San Francisco. Some of the most profound signposts on the road to the city by the bay can be found in the lyrics of Bob Dylan. AContinue reading “Only A Pawn In Their Game”