The Question
Eternal
Hi there. This… this thing on? Okay. My name is Rock Dylan. I’m the fella who’s telling this story. If you’re listening to it, or reading the transcript, you’re like to notice a couple things.
First off, the way I talk maybe sounds funny to you. Maybe that’s a bit of geography, or culture. Maybe it’s a difference of time.
Hell if I know how long this tape will last, so maybe you’re the kids, or the grandkids. Maybe you’re even the great-great-great grandkids away on down the line. But the way people talk changes. I’d lay down money you’d sound funny to me, too if I was around to hear you.
Just sit in as best you can ’til you get the rhythm and flow of it, and you will. It’s important. You need to hear this story I’m about to tell.
As I record this, the year is 2148, and I’m a rickety ol’ geezer. The Missus has done passed on, I don’t rightly know how much time I got left my own self. Conjure I’ll be with her loving self again before too long.
Had to pause it there for a split. She ain't been gone so long but I get a little damp eyed and tight in the chest and the throat thinking on her. I do miss her something fierce. Think I’m all right again, though.
The reason this is important, what you’re about to listen to or maybe read, is it’s history. This tale all happened when I was a much younger fella, before the turn of the century, would’ve been ohhhhh, ‘round about ’95.
Now I’m sure some of it’s bound to be in your school books. Yes, your old grand dad, or great-great, was part of some big things.
But your schooling is going to give you the sanitized and cleaned up story, the it’s-got-nothing-to-do-with-you story. But unless this gets out beyond my family, this story has got a lot to do with you. Hell’s bells, this story is how you all came to be.
And then on the other hand, if this is strangers listening in, I bid you just as warm a welcome. Whether you’re kin to me or not, this is a story I welcome you to sit a span and listen close to. So welcome… mmhm. Welcome.
First off, the way I talk maybe sounds funny to you. Maybe that’s a bit of geography, or culture. Maybe it’s a difference of time.
Hell if I know how long this tape will last, so maybe you’re the kids, or the grandkids. Maybe you’re even the great-great-great grandkids away on down the line. But the way people talk changes. I’d lay down money you’d sound funny to me, too if I was around to hear you.
Just sit in as best you can ’til you get the rhythm and flow of it, and you will. It’s important. You need to hear this story I’m about to tell.
As I record this, the year is 2148, and I’m a rickety ol’ geezer. The Missus has done passed on, I don’t rightly know how much time I got left my own self. Conjure I’ll be with her loving self again before too long.
Had to pause it there for a split. She ain't been gone so long but I get a little damp eyed and tight in the chest and the throat thinking on her. I do miss her something fierce. Think I’m all right again, though.
The reason this is important, what you’re about to listen to or maybe read, is it’s history. This tale all happened when I was a much younger fella, before the turn of the century, would’ve been ohhhhh, ‘round about ’95.
Now I’m sure some of it’s bound to be in your school books. Yes, your old grand dad, or great-great, was part of some big things.
But your schooling is going to give you the sanitized and cleaned up story, the it’s-got-nothing-to-do-with-you story. But unless this gets out beyond my family, this story has got a lot to do with you. Hell’s bells, this story is how you all came to be.
And then on the other hand, if this is strangers listening in, I bid you just as warm a welcome. Whether you’re kin to me or not, this is a story I welcome you to sit a span and listen close to. So welcome… mmhm. Welcome.