It felt like sitting at a table near the window at the third floor of an apartment I shared with my colleagues. There was nothing to see outside but another building, but I could smell the garbage and life of Payatas dancing in the breeze.
It was like at this time---two hours and forty minutes past midnight. I was a bit sleepy, but my head wouldn't sleep. I was just listening to "Mr. Tambourine Man" more than four times (apart from what I said in my previous post as I wrote exactly after listening to it four times).
But, until the movie ended, I tried to figure out who was the artist and what was that song I used to listen to all the time. I failed. I felt so betrayed by myself. How could I forget something that I like? Something that I listen to all the time only three years ago?
I had to open this blog to check on my blog post. Yes, the one that's entitled the title of Dylan's song. And, I so I listened to it again and to some other songs of Dylan and Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin and so on and on...
Then, I realized there are so many movies that I want to watch but I don't have the leisure to download all those movies. If only that friend I used to watch movies with (usually in his home on weekends) and who has all the enthusiasm in the world to download movies from the internet were still my friend... Sigh.
I'd like to watch more movies of Bertolucci's and that of Lino Brocka, have all discography of Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, and... Well, that's too much to ask for now. But, because I don't have the luxury to make this happen, I tend to comfort myself with Mr. Tambourine Man until I fall asleep.
Listen to Mr Tambourine Man