Always just a coincidence, always feeling strange.

Listened to some DATs tonight. On one of them I talk to a friend, he tells me some stories (I wanted to make a book of stories about him, therefore I record some of our conversations) the last one about being in Dover for a Rolling Stones concert in the sixties, the first thing that happened to him was a seagull shitting on his head.

I put on the next DAT (no information sheet on most of my collection, shame on me) and the first thing that comes on is Bob Dylan (you find everything about him here) with the Tarvelin’ Wilburys, something about the “White cliffs of Dover”.