Like A Rolling Stone...

Gosh, I love Rolling Stone. I look for it in the mail and I can't wait to read the newest from my favorite writer. I have to say, this blog really doesn't match the magazine, but it's a nice outlet to have between issues or when I'm just browsing on my computer. There was lots of cool stuff to read, tour dates to check, artists to learn, but I like the stories the best. I scrolled down quite a bit through standard music-y stuff, and then I saw an article on Bob Dylan. It's from only two days ago, but there have been so many since then, I was shocked. It was a little segment on how Dylan made a quick pit stop while on tour at Neil Young's childhood home. I guess the current owners get a lot of visitors, but what's crazy is that this guy didn't recognize the star at first. It's frikin Bob Dylan, dude. I can just imagine coming home from Wegmans, turning the car off, and seeing Bob Dylan on my front porch. Wowza. So yeah. This blog is cool, but I'd rather have paper in my hands.