Monday, May 23, 2011

Dedication for Bob Dylan's 70th Birthday

Where did all these years go?  It seems just yesterday that Bob Dylan was that angry young kid who sang protest songs.  He has been called the "voice of a generation."  But his popularity has transcended the generations.  When I go to his concerts I see people from teenagers to octagenarians enjoying his songs which have been covered by performers of almost every musical genre.  It would be very difficult to pick one Dylan song for this milestone birthday.  So I am dedicating Old Friends by Paul Simon to him.

Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends.

Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

Time it was and what a time it was,
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences,
Long ago it must be,
I have a photograph,
Preserve your memories,
They're all thats left you...

Bob, you and I are certainly old friends going back to the early 1960s.  And thank you so much for the memories.  Perhaps you should begin to take it easy as you have reached 70.  May the Never Ending Tour never end.

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