“Yesterday,
I decided to sleep in the basement, you know? The vibe had been
especially good, real good vibrations all evening long – the Voice
of Conscience microphone was connected and the light felt like a gift
from heaven on his birthday. I thought I might just keep the vibes
alive if I went to sleep ...
... And
there, on the basement sofa, I had a dream, you know? I dreamt I
could see Dylan like I do most days, on the stairs, just there, as if
suspended between levels of reality, like he´s looking at something
no-one else can see …
... But
I also saw him as inside a song, or the idea of a song, and now that
is harder to explain … though I´ll try anyway.
I´ve
been thinking about this stuff for weeks: “Downstairs, Upstairs”
or “Upstairs, Downstairs”, as you like. How when you see Dylan on
the basement stairs you have no way of knowing if he´s going up or
down. Sometimes, he does both things at once (I swear, Garth said so
the other day too). And when he´s in this trance, the guy always has
a piece of paper in his hand, sometimes a whole bunch, and it´s from
there that stories and sounds seem to come during our sessions, and
they amaze us all, starting with him.
And
I want to make a song with all this, you know? And I´m writing it,
though it´s hard to do. Maybe that´s why I still haven´t talked
about it with anyone, not even Rick. I don´t know what the hell
I´m doing telling you here, now, when I haven´t woken up properly
from the dream ..."
Richard
is telling me this the next morning, on the caravan steps, where we
are sitting cradling mugs of coffee and something to smoke in the
other hand. Suddenly, he stops talking, his gaze fixed in the
distance, and it´s like he has gone.
I
get up slowly, leave him to his thoughts for a while.
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