Musings on Rock-N-Roll

I wish that I could be more produced. More refined. Better organized. I hold back in hope that I will come up with a better presentation. I spend so much time wishing for what I could have. I spend so much time wanting for what is not meant for me. I spend so much time judging you. I spend so much of my time holding myself accountable for not meeting someone else’s dreams. The foreigner I always hoped to become. Rather than accept the soul inside.

That’s what this song means to me.

Bob Dylan, Another Side of Bob Dylan, 1964

Johnny Cash, Orange Blossom Special, 1965

Duane Eddy, Duane Does Dylan, 1965