My 100 Favorite Songs: #5
Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone
When I was a junior in college, I took a bus to the Mall of America one Friday night. From there I hopped onto a shuttle to a casino, then took a cab ride from that casino to the Canterbury Card Club. I played $3-6 limit hold em all night and lost everything I came with along with a big chunk of my checking account. I wasn't going to pay $50 for a cab ride at that point, so I began a long trek back to the connector casino. I stopped at a Subway and called a couple friends from a payphone, but no one had a car available. I hiked alongside the interstate for about half an hour, then cut across into the woods. I fell asleep in the woods for an unknown period of time and woke up hungry and thirsty under the September sun. I got up and headed back to the highway, which I walked alongside for another half hour. At that point I felt like I had nothing in the world, except for this song, which I kept singing to myself as the cars whizzed by.
posted by GnightMoon @ 2:30 PM
4 Comments:
cool story bro. really!
Great post. This is the kind of thing I love reading on your blog moon.
"...when you said Dylan, he thought you were talking about Dylan Thomas, whoever he was - the man ain't got no culture..." AJ
That's a great story. The song fits the theme perfectly, I would've probably sung the same song. Or maybe Eric Clapton's Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out.
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