Here's something semi music related:
Today my brother Dylan turns 21, I find this fact stunning because I am nearly 13 years older than him. It seems like just yesterday he was in diapers and now he's an adult and I'm one year closer to needing diapers. Where does the time go?
Dylan is named after Bob Dylan, a fact which I disliked a great deal at the time my brother was born. At age 12 I hadn't discovered Bob Dylan yet although my parents tried to introduce me to him very early on. My parents tell me that while I was still in the crib they would put on a Bob Dylan record and plug in the headphones then lay those big 70’s headphones next to me so I could hear it as I went to sleep. Apparently in the 70’s it was common for parent to fill the crib with cords and electronics. I don’t actually remember this ever happening; I swear that Just Like a Woman is the first song I can remember hearing but I can’t that’s a real memory or just years of suggested memory.
Twenty-one years ago I was 12 going on 13 and my favorite things in life were The Mets, Nintendo, and watching the squiggly lines on the adult channels in the hopes that I could see boobs. 1987 was a good year, in fact as far as family goes it may have been the best year we ever had.
1987 was a big year. If you ask my sister about 1987 she’ll call it, The Year We Had Food. We also moved from the ghetto part of town to a nicer section; we could tell it was nice because residents only shot off fireworks on the 4th of July and we didn’t have to pause our conversations every 15 minutes when the train passed. As an added bonus we even went to the dentist...it was like being in a real family 7 days a week. So, in April of 1987 when Dylan was born it was like we got an eight pound reminder that things were on the upswing for us all.
Did it last? If you said no, you are correct. Looking back at things I think that in the fall of 1988 we should have disbanded and joined other families; quit on top, but that's another day's story, today is about wishing the kid named after Bob Dylan a happy birthday.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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Happy Birthday, Dylan!
...So what did he think his name was till kindergarten?
He knew his name was Dylan but he was pretty sure that Bob Dylan was named after him.
He could just go directly to the source and say he was named after Dylan Thomas...
I already harassed him on his LJ but...HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN!
Happy Birthday Dylan!
When I was a kid, my Mom's best friend loved Bob Dylan. My Mom was not so much a fan, but I was exposed. He played my college (Ithaca) and I went because I felt like I should and it was not a very good show. I do appreciate some of his music though.
One of my new twin nephews is named Dillon. I think he's named after a pickle.
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