BACK TO THE END:
Listening to Dylan with a phone in one hand,the sound of your
voice, familiar. It broke out in sunlight as we locked ourselves
together, answering your questions for our friends in Japan.
I was flicking through the master’s poetry when I stumbled on
the courage to write the way I feel. We’ve been making journeys
by foot & film, the sound of your machine gun tongue, fuels such
effervescent vision. Your passion is a beacon in the dark, your
camera, the eye, you light the world – show me what you’re thinking.
Dylan glances back at me in black & white, concealed between
the sheets of an old school CD insert, Telecaster Blonde
gun-slung casual across a shoulder, so easy with those words
that cut a path through jungles of self doubt & disbelief.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
never heard that dylan song karl, great recommendation. not sure it’s as good as if you see her say hello, but i’m not sure anything could be.