Disappearing


Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

—Bob Dylan

Mix 6 (’80s)

CNE, August 1985
What happened to this little girl in the newspaper clipping? How did I have the confidence to get on stage at the CNE and perform Madonnas Lucky Star for a crowd? Last night, I asked my dad and he said, You could still do it. I know you could. I paused because I didnt want him to hear the sadness in my voice, No Dad, I could never do that now.” To which he tenderly replied, “Well, I loved you then and I love you now.”