I've wanted to write a letter for a long time, but there's obviously no straight answer in terms of address. Iv spent fuĺ days wondering what I'd say, none of that 21 questions bullshit.. but what could I say that hasn't already been said? it was Johnny cash that brought me to bob.. I never had free reign of any music as a child.... you'll find that when your born directly into hell you don't get free reign to Much at all. I ended up leaving home finally and permantaly at 14 which was when I finally became able to search out to what I Liked for the first time. It was Johnny cash I came across his voice hit me. I felt it reach through my stomach slowly, soulfully and just beautiful. Damn beautiful... then from there I heard girl from the north country... I swear that moment I honestly felt my heart stop a second while I sailed away to the most beautiful duet I've ever heard in my life... right after that I wanted to know who that other voice was... and of course that put me on the course of bob Dylan obsessiveness... for a long time. To me Johnny and Bob both stand as tall as each other. On their own mountains. Two huge giants of men. Song after song.. I could quote hundreds here.. but it goes without saying. The eyes... those piercing deep mysterious eyes... they look like they hold 1000 secrets and more.. a look that can pull anyone in instantly and hold them willingly captive. That smile.... hmm that when that makes me smile the second I see it... it's not often..you can see from all old bits of video when there's been a pain inside him swelling... you can feel it.. as least I can. I am really stuck on what to say without blabbering... it's more than music ... but you as a whole. Your personalitys... your way with word. Just the genereal youness you give off. For a person who's never known anything in life other than choas i feel its easy feel and understand the songs. Feel what's felt... though everyone has there own interpretation... I don't spend too much time trying to figure out higher meanings...I know what I feel... and I'll never forget the first time I heard desolation row... and so many others... your songs, your voice has pulled me out of many panic attacks and also times iv felt I'd fallen into bottomless pits...it would be impossible for me to try and pin point how the music inspired me, it's done so much. Music and art has always been and will always be the most important things in the world to me... imagine a world with no music... not even a beat to tap out on a table when your bored... ahh that just sounds terrible to me. Talking of art... I hadn't drawn in years... infact I hadn't drawn since I dropped out of school at 14. The first picture I drew after them years was subterranean homesick blues. The second ever drawing I did was a picture of Bob I have in the front of rolling stones mag.
"Even the birds are chained to the skyway"
I know it's not perfect and I spent a lot of time getting pissed over it. Then I realised nothing's perfect and that's what I've got. I named the picture from a quote "for every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.".... that's all I could think of when I was drawing. Them world's flying around my head. .
Come on down to tattoo land
You put your heart, on your sleeve right?
Tattoos a small blurry window to someone's soul? .
whatever you want it to be. .
The most beautiful thing to me is nobody can take them away. Nobody can steal and I can't lose. .
I can't say why I got it...
Iv been asked by a few why.. n I even had one pompous twat tell me they wouldn't have someone's face on their arm no matter how much they liked that person... he even went as far to say I'd "belittled" myself... I simply told him; that I didn't remember thinking about anyone's approval when I was doing what I wanted to do... i said a few other things too... fuck em. Fuck them all I couldn't say why I got the tattoos anymore than I could say why they came to inspire me... I'd need a whole book of my own for that!!! I really wanted a more recent photo of Bob and a older one of Johnny too... but either way I wanted them both... which better way than this... a picture of when they were together... it's still not finished after around 40hours... "he not busy being born is busy dyin" needs to go on along with a few other refrances to other songs. What I'd really love would be to get close enough to have bob sign my arm so I could get that directly tattooed on... but If I was ever lucky enough to have such a privilege.... I don'believe my mind would be on asking for some autograph!! . I'd truly love nothing more than been cool with him I have a 100 friends... even family I dont even talk to.. mearly because I'm not a talker. I'd just like to see he's ok time to time....
" tell em It's called tarantula"
There's something else I see to thank bob for. Really he's done nothing personally . Or maybe so... but my daughters a Dylan nut like her mam. She's crazy about Bob... and its that love and drove her to doing something's she's honestly NEVER done. . It started with a dream. When she got up one morning just the other week and was excited to tell me about her dream she says that Bob had came to her school and he talked and then sang a little song on the stage then pulled her up and she sang with him. They excitement was still evenident in her face. She then said in walkes bob Marley too and she TOLD both Bob's to sing together... she said it was awesome I should of been there I imagine that kind of mix up been crazy!! I'd of loved to have been in her dream.... but I have enough of my own anyway. She got ready and went to school. When she came home the first thing she asked for was a piece of paper I got her the paper and she went over to my books and sat down when i went over to check what she was doing my heart swelled.. she'd only picked up tarantula ... sat looked through it and copied out a passage now while that might now seam much... my daughter has never done a piece of writing that bug before. She had always til that day struggled to read and write.. but she did that and letters we always had problems teaching her she had sussed. I laugh and say bob taught my daughter how to read and write. It's true if you don't wanna take all the spice out the truth .... it was jus all a little crazy. She had that dream and then the same day she writes a full piece and reads properly for the first time. Obviously the school wouldn't approve.... but I couldn't be prouder. It's easy to see already from a young age children are taught to be mindless clones of each other from a early age. My daughter does not "fit in" to that croud and that's great!! Her heart and minds way too big for it in the first place.
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