I stole this picture from my sister Angie - I knew she wouldn't mind. As I was sitting composing this post Bob Dylan singing Mighty Quinn came into my music machine, on shuffle in the kitchen. Coming from that 'lived through the war generation' when men wore suits (my Dad did when they went out dancing on Saturday night) and singers sang like Frank Sinatra (having heard him on the radio she and Nina (my Auntie Jane) were disappointed when they saw pictures of a skinny wee man whose hat almost looked too big for him) she hated Bob Dylan. Of course her musical taste changed with time - like most things - but she liked it when I would play my guitar and sing a Bob Dylan song for her, that was a different deal altogether. And the last time she was in Brighton I sang this - one day I will record my own version, just to remember that time, though I suspect I will never forget - don't think twice, its all right...
