Dylan and I have traveled together since I was 13. Growing up with him meant understanding that music was not about the voice; it was the soul behind the voice. Being on the road alone with him meant a conversation between him and me. He spoke and I listened. I still do.
But then again, music and driving go together like hand in glove. It is an essential part of being on the road. Music is what seeps into your thoughts and changes the way you think. The long stretch of road sometimes calls for a voice that keeps you company. He taught me to find myself on the road. With the road sometimes bleaker than I would have liked, he made me realize, in his words “All I can do is be me, whoever that is.”
I grew up and left Dylan behind…I made other friends but I always kept coming back to him. The past 15 days would not have meant as much without him sitting next to me, crooning in my ear.

Some on my playlist:
1) Bob Dylan: Anything from him but for now I’ll say: One more cup of coffee.
2) Nina Simone: Gin House Blues
3) Eric Clapton: Alberta
4) Counting Crows: A long December, Live
5) Led Zep: Black Dog
6) Floyd: Comfortably numb
7) U2: So cruel
8) B B king:  The thrill is gone
9) Deep Purple: Soldier of Fortune
10) CCR: Proud Mary
11) Dave Brubeck:  Take five
12) Janis Joplin: Me and Bobby McGee
13) Etta James: Somethings got a hold of me