I had just learned George Harrison's sunny gem in the dark quiet of the living room; I was then ready to awake the dawn, along with throngs of Manhattanite early-morning commuters.
Here comes the sun.
As I began singing another Harrison classic, Something, one man screamed at me from across the train, "stop! Shut up! Don't play. DON'T PLAY."
I didn't play. There was a whole lot of crazy in those eyes. I looked about in puzzlement, musically frustrated and confused by this man's reaction to my music. Other commuters assured me discreetly, swirling their fingers round their ears - the universal sign for "this guy's crazy."
Everyone else responded rather positively to my music. One commuter with a long, gray, pointy beard dropped change in my jar as he exited the train car, commenting "it ain't Cheap Sunglasses by ZZTop, but Dylan is real nice in the morning."
Other folks were complimentary, thankful and/or generous in their response. I'm happy to report that I brought in a decent haul; not a bad way to start the morning!
More importantly, however, I'm getting into a new rhythm. Waking at 6am, sleeping by midnight, siesta in the afternoon, and at least 40 hours of work in between. It's still really difficult - moreso than polyrhythms - but perhaps I can join David's band once I get the swing of it.
7My heart is steadfast, O God,
my heart is steadfast!
I will sing and make melody!
8Awake, my glory!
Awake, O harp and lyre!
I will awake the dawn!
9I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the peoples;
I will sing praises to you among the nations.