So... I'm at Hanne and Abrahim's (relatives of my Grandmother) place getting ready for the next day or two and doing a lot of "thinking".
I've been reading Bob Dylan's autobiography, Chronicles Vol. 1. He isn't crazy. He is confusing. But not in a simple way.
He's part country bumpkin, part Kerouac fan and part Guthrie enthusiast. Though he shields the Kerouac thing as much as he can. A Kerouac skimmer does not mention quotes or anecdotes that center around Kerouac in EVERY chapter. (Side note: Hey Keat, he mentions Arlo, but he wraps up his life in like two sentences. It goes something like this, "I really love Woody. I went to go see him and he wasn't there. His son let me in. He was about eight years old. Told his nanny to let me on into the house. His name was Arlo, and he'd grow up to have a career of his own. Back to Woody, who was sick at that time...". He does that to Spike Lee too. "I saw a four year old boy runnin' round the Lee house. He'd grow up to make movies. It was Spike Lee". When I'm reading the book, it's like I need to make up different voices in order to keep up with his personality.
I like it, though he doesn't talk about when he found Jesus.
He's had a pretty interesting life. And he speaks about it with a passive humor. I mean, c'mon, I'd be going stark wild if I was being paid to tell the story of how John Hammond signed me, or how I'd spent my younger years meeting the visionaries and geniuses of tomorrow. He is a Kerouac fan, and that's final! if you'd like to read how I feel about it
I'm going to Sweden tomorrow to meet some family among other things. Apparently we have some very interesting family in Sweden.
Sorry about the letters!!! I've got so many that it's impossible to handle. I PROMISE they'll come 'round soon. Cross my heart--
Best be going. Miss you all.