Rythmical Rants in the Anthills Upstairs

The Time's They Have A-Changed, Haven't They?

As I was driving to work this morning, I popped into my (I'm embarrassed to say) tape player (masquerading as a CD player -- you know the ones with wires shooting out from every direction) a Bob Dylan album, and a sudden flash memory sparked. A fifteen year old version of myself was sitting on my bed (which consisted -- to my mother's dismay -- of a mattress on the floor because I was "cool" -- translation: an idiotic teenager in suburbia) and copying the lyrics of "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall" by periodically lifting the needle of my record player (yes, you heard me correctly) and jotting down lines. As this thought came to me, I immediately wondered why I hadn't just looked up the lyrics on the Internet. Oh yeah, there wasn't any such thing. I think copying those lyrics took me maybe three hours (hey, it's a long song -- and Dylan has a nasal drone). Anyway, it just struck me as interesting that I've become so very accustomed to life today that I've forgotten what it was like before coffee pots that start themselves, Ferbie, and microwaved popcorn. : ) If you remember Ferbie, you're probably around my age.