My first session
ends with Bells of Rhymney.
I haven’t moved an inch in my corner, my concentration quadrupled
– two eyes and two ears in solidarity with that tape recorder
custodian of a treasure- and I am still engrossed when Dylan decides
that that´s it for the evening.
- We’ll leave
it for today – he says looking at Garth whilst unstrapping his
guitar. That bass was good, Rick. What about you, Nar, how was it for
you?
- I‘ve been
loving it from beginning to end! Quite a trip, from Big
River to Wales via a prison in
California! Thanks for letting me share it.
- I prefer not
to have an audience in the basement, but if you promise to behave as
well as you did today, maybe you could come back down from time to
time. Richard says you take good photos, from your accent I suppose
you‘ve travelled a long way to get here in that caravan that shines
to the evening sun. Maybe you too have something valuable to
share....
- Well, I wish I
...
Without waiting
for me to finish, he throws me half a smile whilst, putting on his
hat, he starts to climb the stairs. He stops on the last step but
one, with a question directed at the band:
- How about one
of these days we get together with Badger Clark?
- That’d be
cool! –
replies Rick lighting up a cigarette.
- Levon would
love that – adds Robbie.
- I suppose so
... It´s not a bad idea to miss one another, sometimes –
concludes Dylan, who is now disappearing vertically up the stairs and
into the darkness of the night.
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