No Direction Known

Watched that Bob Dylan documentary last night. A transcendent film. All these wonderful old shots of The Village in the 1960s. It brought a lot of memories flooding back. I used to live in The East Village at 12th St and Avenue A. I did my stand up act at Folk City and The Bitter End, had one of Dylan's first albums, the one with him walking down a slushy street in New York with his girlfriend, arm in arm, I played the hell out of that. A wonderful time in my life. A wonderful film. I think Netflix is keeping me alive sometimes.