That come with the dust and are gone with the wind

[scypheroth]

So, I got the Scorsese No Direction Home documentary. I've made it (cried) through the first part, I've yet to see the second part. Music's always been a big part of me, sitting last summer hearing Tweedy belt out the chorus of "Sunken Treasure" on the Wilco documentary moved me to take a look around and break off that relationship, or "Round Here" gave me a place to stay in my homeless senior year, "Greener with the Scenery" by the Used" and "God of Wine" by Third Eye Blind" remind me of 'Hallie and everything after.' I cry when I hear them simply for the loneliness they invoke, but Dylan is something else entirely. I dunno, Dylan always was and still is so intensely personal for me, I shutter when I hear him talk, everything in my musical life revolves around him. I don't pretend to understand the songs, I only understand them in my own right and it's all I ask for.

Withdrawal is scary, even when it's not you.

School's going pretty well, so much reading, so little time. If you haven't heard The Format, fucking work on that.

Out of tune.