On the hinges. (Roy Ayers and Bob Dylan mixed up in Rotterdam)
It’s 12:03pm and a couple of Columbian officials hinged by the CIA are in Rotterdam following a rouge traficante. They pass themselves off as electricians who live in Long Island and frequent the hostel circuit while on-the-job; I have reason to believe they are staying at this very one. A band of Cape Verdian gospel singers pour out of a bus heading straight to the nearest KFC for lunch. Two Chinamen side-by-side carrying a giant plastic pink ear walk down into the Beurs metro station. A lanky Moroccan cook stands in front of his Shourma stand smoking a Marlboro Red and writing a text message. Just another day in Rotterdam. It’s a cold morning here on Houtlaan Straat down at the waterfront. The coffee is mild and Amsterdam might be the next move at a time like this. Honestly it has been a pleasure getting to know Rotterdam before even stepping foot into Amsterdam. Back stage entry to the wild freak circus that possesses its energy. My weight is pointing west back to the US. 40 hours of footage, clothes scattered between here and Sevilla, a new bank check card and this nostalgic song from Roy Ayers (and don’t you say no 1978).
Check out this amazing recording of Tangled up in Blue by (1974) Bob Dylan