Saint Kimberly Jo's Day

In my sorry-ass excuse for a failed rock and roll misadventure of a career, I a proud of all the songs I’ve written about Kim and our adventures (and misadventures). When someone tells me (not that this happens every day) that they love Lincoln County or Mt. St. Michael I never suffer from anything resembling false modesty…or modesty modesty for that matter.

I readily admit those songs are fucking great cuz the band was great and the subject material (Kimberly Jo) is even greater.

But sho enough, the song that contains the closest thing to a full expression of my feeling for this girl was not written by me. It’s actually from some random, bullshit late-70’s Bob Dylan record (Street Legal I think)…but this song really gets it done for me. The funny thing is, Dylan didn’t write it either. Guess he had the same thought I did, his lady deserved something wonderful and uplifting and written by someone else.

Happy birthday baby…I will never forget what you mean to me and how you saved my life.