HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

You think Dylan laughed at the Honey Badger video? Do you think some misunderstanding might actually be necessary? I mean, think about it, it must serve some sort of purpose, right? Ya know, I remember once after being stuck in the city for far too long and when I finally got a chance to fly back to Oklahoma, that first night I got there, I was in my old room where it all began and I heard the sound of a lone cricket and I cried. Hey, do you think the guys in the band, Train, know their music sucks but they're not going to allow themselves to feel ashamed of it, not every band can be a Radiohead or a Nirvana, so, you know, they're just gonna play and have fun with it and, hey, people are into it so what the hell do I care, what does it matter to me?... On second thought, fuck that! Those guys should be pulled off the stage and shot!... I do hope people know I really do try to concentrate and listen to them when I'm listening to them, but it's just that I tend to find most conversations to be about the biggest waste of time here on earth there is. Ya know, I now tend to believe people and sympathize with them when they say they're tired. Life is a fuckin' motherfucker, especially when you have kids. But anyway, listen, up north along the Hudson, there's a neat little town called, Beacon, and if you ask around, people will tell you about a man named (Chip). He's perfectly bearded and when you hear that soft voice and when you look into those eyes, those kind, twinkling eyes, you get the feeling that things might actually be alright, that there just may be a way for it to work out okay. You know that feeling when you walk through a quiet neighborhood at night? Or when all of a sudden, you look around at everyone and you know without a doubt that it's the end of a certain time for you? I'm looking at the stars tonight. I walking home and I'm looking at the stars, thinking about these things, thinking about a lot of things.