Tomorrow my roaring 20’s end as they began… out on Highway 61. Only this time it’s not just on record it’s on the road. I remember the Spring of 2004, shortly after I turned 20 there was one record I listened to more than anything else: Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 Revisited. I was obsessed with it, couldn’t put it away, you’d have to have NASA total up the amount of times I have spun this record. I’ve always wanted to take a road trip down south via Highway 61, the legendary blues highway Dylan mused about and countless other blues myths and legends have occurred along here as well. This is sort of a trial run as I don’t know how much of it I’ll get to cover but the goal is New Orleans as the terminus. At some point I’d like to travel all the way from Minnesota to New Orleans down the Great River Road. We’ll see.
As for the rest of my 20’s, in a rare occurrence I’ll be brief and blunt. Yeah, I had some massive highs and some crushing lows (Thanks for that one Craig Finn), put myself through a lot of gears, smashed my head into steel beams/pipes on multiple occasions (As recent as Monday!), and did things I’ll need to be more diligent about in my 30’s. The brain trust that has mainly been on the journey with me these past 10 years know all of the hilarious skeletons and ghost stories of the ragamuffin decade. I guess I’m waxing poetic about some of this because The Hold Steady’s new record Teeth Dreams is blasting in the background right now and they do it better than anyone else. The last great new record I’ll buy in my 20’s. Chances are some of those exploits are over-embellished because that’s the way the audience needs it! Despite all of the nonsense though I did make it out on the other side a little wiser. Here’s to 30!
“Time to grow up!” –The last great joke of my 20’s