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At Toad's
source: 1/12/90 Side one: Walk a mile in my shoes (Joe South) One more cup of coffee(Not listed on box) Rainy Day Women No. 12 and 35 Trouble No More (M.Morganfield) Side two: I've been all around this world (Trad.) Political world Where teardrops fall Tears of rage Side three: I dreamed I saw St. Augustine It takes a lot to laugh Everybody 's movin' (Glen Trout) Watchin' the river flow What was it you wanted Side four: Oh babe it ain't no lie (Beth Cotten) Lenny Bruce I believe in you Man of peace Across the border line (Ry Cooder/John Hiatt) Side five: Leopard skin pill box hat All along the watchtower Tight connection to my heart Political world Side six: What good am I? Wiggle wiggle Stuck inside of Mobile Paid the price (Moon Martin) Help me make it through the night(Kristofferson) Side seven: Man in the long black coat Congratulations Dancin' in the dark (Springsteen) Lonesome whistle (Williams/Davies) Side eight: Confidential (Dorinda Morgan) In the garden Everything is broken So long, good luck & goodbye (W.Rogers) Where teardrops fall © 1999-2002 Craig Pinkerton Bobsboots.com |
A true story by Craig Pinkerton I was feeling pretty good on this crisp Saturday morning in the middle of January. Things seemed a little less hectic in those pre-internet days. There was less to fuss over, but there were few ways to obtain instant information as well. The world was a lot bigger place then. As I pulled into the quaint college town on my cross country business run, I felt an air of excitement. I was at the first stop of what should prove a very profitable east coast run. As I approached the first business of this trip, the owner came running toward me with arms flailing and a smile that had completely swallowed his face. This might be a bigger deal than I was even hoping for! "You're not gonna believe it!!!" he spit all over my Agnona cashmere, "Dylan was at Toad's last night!!" "What and where on earth is a Toad?" I inquired, trying to overlook my moist apparel. "Right down York street.. over there!" "Here!? Dylan was here last night?!" "Yea! It was incredible to see him in a little club! Little club? I thought.. now he's just yankin' my chain. I thought about the nice, warm Marriott where I had enjoyed a quiet evening of television. Still, I was becoming increasingly apprehensive of the persistence of this gag. Dylan wouldn't really play at a 'Toad' thing-a-ma-whatever... Would he?... "I'm totally serious, man! he musta played 50 or 60 songs!!" Now I just laughed. "OK.. the fun's over, let's get to work". It took about an hour, a few comments from folks on the street, and a walk to this Toad club before the depression began to set in. I clenched my fists as I walked faster and faster past all of these smiling, happy people. The whole town wore a smile of deep awareness. The sky grew dark and foreboding. My tightened fists began to shake as the lump in my throat grew painful. This is a nightmare.. that's what it is... I'm cozy in my hotel bed right now. I need to wake myself. The tears began to soak my precious garment. Even that couldn't wake me. So here I lie. I't's been over ten years, and I can find no way to pull myself out of this New Haven Nightmare. Every night I lie here and watch "I Love Lucy" while less than a mile from me Dylan is performing one of the most historic concerts of his life. Wake up, Craig! © -2002 Craig Pinkerton Bobsboots.com |
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