I've been trying to listen to good music lately, keep the old spirits up. Sometimes that means Def Leppard for kicks. Sometimes that means a little U2 for nostalgia. Sometimes that means the Black Sheep or the Chemical Brothers or Jane's Addiction for drive. I still love good old Bob Dylan though; for the wisdom.

The evenin' dusk was rolling
I was walking down the track,
there was a one-way with a blowin'
it was blowin' at my back.
Trails of trouble
Road of battle
Paths of victory we will walk

That's a good one for the dark times. Almost as good as my all-time favorite, the "story of a ghost that come back from out in the sea, come to take his bride away from the house carpenter." But that one's a little meloncholy for now. Bob, you whistful motherfucker. Wish I was ocean size.