By: Kevin Lamb

You don’t need a front row seat to witness history, nor greatness for that matter. Last night I was able to be a part of something I often thought not possible, a Bob Dylan live performance. While I knew he still made special appearances at this festival or that, I knew I was reaching the end of a great line, and dared not risk passing on one of the greatest gifts to music, rhythm, folk and soul that this fine Earth has known. The Fox theater played a beautiful host for a packed house, filled with both fans that were in their twenties in the prime of Dylan’s career, and the new generation of music loving teenagers and twenty-something’s alike. I approached the theater and large lit facade in admiration and wonder; how many other young, passionate soul seekers had witnessed this very same sight before I, could any performance be like they were in the sixties? Or has the world changed? Has music changed? While I wonder these things I assemble the perfect set list in my head, Don’t Think Twice it’s Alright, Shelter from the Storm, Man in Me, Hurricane, Like a Rolling Stone, Blowing in the Wind, It’s Alright Ma, Mr. Tambourine Man. yet I know I’ll be fortunate to here but a few of these fine classics. It’s hard to imagine, all the shows, all the set lists, all the cities, hearts, minds, booze and Mary Jane in the 50 year career of a journey around the world. I am put in place as a creative mind when in the presence of such greatness, historic significance, and yet just another man with a dream, heart, and vision. Often I think our generation, those born in the times of Bush, Clinton, Bush and Obama, don’t have the same voice of those before us, because our freedoms aren’t met with such an iron fist. Military service has become an exit strategy when all else fails, we are not haunted by the possibility of a draft, our united passion seems to have been replaced by the wide world of social networking, a sin of which I am not absolved of.

The music is still in us however; it is as much a part of everyday life as it ever was, running rich in our blood, I Pods, I Phones, and Pandora applications. For years I yearned for the first hand experience of a rasp known only in the voice of one Bob Dylan; for years I listened to album after album connecting myself with the essence of what I feel from his words, life, love, exploration, and peace. The poet in Dylan brings out the music in me, calling from Watchtower to Rolling Stone, and last night the culmination of a relationship reached new plateaus. With each song he bellowed through the larynx of a fading yet brilliant life, I told myself it could be the last I heard from a man I have always admired, and known in the only way I know how, my understanding of the beauty in his work. While over the years his music undoubtedly transformed identities more than any of the greats; his rasp grew thicker, his clarity dwindled, yet the man in me still felt the man in Dylan like never before. A man for the people, performing in a town built on motors and music, brought together in hardship, brought to their feet in appreciation, celebration, and blessing.

Set List

1. Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat
2. The Man in Me
3. Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
4. It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob on guitar
5. Summer Days
6. Desolation Row
7. Cold Irons Bound Bob center stage
8. Sugar Baby Bob center stage
9. Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum
10. Po’ Boy
11. Highway 61 Revisited
12. Workingman’s Blues
13. Thunder On The Mountain
14. Ballad Of A Thin Man Bob center stage
15. Encore:
15. Like A Rolling Stone
16. Jolene
17. All Along The Watchtower

Folk and Open Road

Bob Dylan sings a raspy tune in my ear

Business men walk by my side

I sit, I listen, and yes, I try

To be different, to make a difference, to be the antithesis of it all

His folklore and reflection make me think of my own

A skill of the great artists, a skill I know not yet, if I own

I write, I type, I talk- and people listen

I spread good word, good faith, hope is my mission

A revolutionary of love, wisdom, and gold souls

I am becoming the mission I wish to lead

For the things I believe in, I need only a mirror to see

If we live not, the lives we preach

Then how, or why, would we ever teach?

My medium is not broad, but of personal reach

In order to see, I first listen, and be blessed to receive

His words, his accents, his rasp, and his soul

An endless journey of hands held by our side

Self-discovery, self-becoming, love to find

Love to be, love to lose, love to seek, and love to choose

These roads we walk, often talk, of men who traveled years ago

They speak of pain, of course none the same, all unique- with beauty to tame

Open roads, un-daunting loads, horizon and possibility fill the sky

Trails of daylight, hopes it’ll stay alright, hopes- of anything at all

Aching stars paint the night sky

Watching, waiting, never certain why

They sing of misery, love they lost, and of course- love never had

The price of eternity they speak, the price of fading, yet never weak

Death by supernova, it’s sure been nice to know ya, whoever, wherever you are

You kiss, I wish, for a taste I know only by how it is missed

You walk, you tramp, you sleep, you dream

How surreal, the fading life of stars must seem

I was born today
I am told it is November
It feels like I’ve been asleep for an eternity
Of course this cannot be
Everything’s a bit different than I imagined
Colder
Bigger
More colorful
But it is enough
I am enough
With a smile I walk these streets
Through the first fountain I see I leap
Splish splash, then into a dash
Through the city for the first time
Gazing at the masses, wondering if any of them are mine?
What am I entitled to on this blue earth?
Above me the sky stretches seemingly without ending
Imagine the places I will go
Fountains I will splash through
I wonder if all places will be the same
Streets just as crowded
People just as silly looking
Machines transport them
Perhaps they cannot transport themselves
It must be sad
These two feet will be all the transport I need
I hear a wonderful sound coming from afar
It carries on a gentle breeze
It’s got rhythm, moving to a beat
Soon to follow are my feet
I walk, I run, I dance, now I must fly
Like the feathery creatures not so far above and below
To and fro the Earth they go
I wonder if they can travel till the sky is no more
Reach the limits not even the eye can see
I believe that describes the life I want for me
Undefined limits, until I’m standing right with it
Conquer places these cannot even see
The hills, the plains, the mountains and even valleys
I want it all, the Earth, sun, sky and moon
The sun is past set and it’s second in command is coming soon
All in a day, this I cannot conceive
With such possibilities how could anyone ever want to leave?
With just one more day to live there is still so much to see
I did not believe them when they told me this was all possible if only I did believe.

Let’s pretend there’s nothing more than this
Imagine your life summed up in the culmination of a kiss
No questions of people and places missed
With you in my arms insanity turned bliss
Once upon a time over burning candles this moment was wished
Here today
Gone tomorrow
With matters of love, can we really borrow?
Or do we steal
Hope to heal
To make better
To lift those from within
Lift you from your feet
My passion is my commitment to the fortune under which we did meet
Whether stars aligned, or a deal with the devil was signed
Possibility became reality, on an otherwise normal day
Normal days line themselves up Monday through Friday
I must not wear with them like an eroding rock
Find the spaces between today and tomorrow
A simple reminder of the love you may or may not have borrowed
Remind the fading moon on a cloud-filled November night
Come morning, the sun will rise, and beauty will dance before your eyes
Perhaps for you and another
Perhaps, for you and your heart
Do you need inspiration as the color fades into the earth?
Will your soul be white washed with these winter months so cursed?

I think you know peace
I think you know love

Let yourself free once more
A soul at play
A soul with beauty to convey
An entire lifetime, yet all we ever experience is today.

Cut me from the lungs which I breathe
If for life, breath I need, then for new lungs, I shall seek
Find a way a good friend of mine once said of a departed mate
If it means everything to you, than there is no amount of time or pressure for you to take
We measure the depths of our souls, by the range of our commitments
I find the most difficulty in committing to myself
Friends, family, and the general public mostly know where they stand with me
Good for a favor, a gift, a drink, and most definitely another
A party, a trip, and perhaps a missed plane ride
Many an early exit from bars around the world
My shortcomings and antics are the second largest contributors to the words I will leave to this world
I think it is honest
It is mostly only I in suffering for my debauchery
Surely those closest to me get a trickle here and there
I have more recently come to terms with the degree in which I black out
Quickly I transform into an individual with the basic needs of surviving the night, and more specifically, the duration of my blackberry’s battery life.
Tossed aside are the things I spend most days telling the world I stand by
My passion is lost in a sea of whiskey
But again, every man is made able such realizations
I am a better man when still behind the wheel of my choices
Better to myself, better to those I love
Often it seems I convinced myself of the necessity to challenge the thresholds on which basic life survived
Hardly an “Into the Wild”, much more peculiar.
Hunter Thompson, among others, were grand proprietors of the strange
I enjoy what strange things come to represent
It is little more than commonality of all creative people
Pushing limits defines much of what I’ve known
Getting old seems to vacation away from such limits
A comfortable middle ground
Static sustainable life to get you through even the worst of days
Days will come and go, both despairing and triumphant
At times the two may even be confused
But there must exist something in each one of us that bellows to be heard
Rather than being herded
A bit of strange in all of us
I try and tell myself there is more than the cultivation and organization of the nuclear family, yet it seems so central to everything I will experience in this life
I have begun to distance myself from the limits
But I will be no stranger
I will be no brick in the wall

A duality I must forever battle: a passion for seeing life as if this is my only chance, and the desire to be amongst the most dependable people you will ever meet.
And so I struggle

I see these people walking though these streets
It makes no sense that they remind me of the girl I’ve yet to meet
I walk, I talk, I write, and I stumble
Most days going to fast to utter more than a mumble
When will you slow yourself down?
It is not a matter of turning yourself around
You’ve always headed in the right direction
Not by North, not by South, but by the hope you can infect in
The people you love, the people you will love, and those who will never be either or
Long ago I stopped trying to answer what any of this is for
I realized how silly it was once I was able to wrap my head around such
If I love you know I’m always thinking of ways so you how much
Appearances may suggest otherwise
But to be deceived by appearances is left for the unwise
And you before my eyes have never only found happiness with blue skies
The bigger picture is nothing without us in it
Just don’t expect a portrait
It is in the intricate details you will see your face
Your fingerprints that remain from the lives you’ve touched
Not looking for the endgame
Rather knowing there’s good and bad in this world, and their not the same
How will you be remembered, if not by your friends?
Through our memories that fade, we grow together
Through the distances we are separated, we grow stronger
With every hardship that comes between us, our passion endures longer
There is nothing that can take this from us
Death will come, and it will go
Some more personal, some that don’t ripple the flow
That is not to say they’re insignificant
But perhaps we just haven’t pieced together how yet
Do not let evil pull you from that which you are passionate for
Use it like fuel, for the engine that is your heart
Evil will not relinquish its attack of your soul
But you are much stronger
Good will prevail if you believe in the things that occupy your existence
Our time here matters
But it matters for ourselves, and for the good of our relationships with the world
I will not measure myself by the mountains I climb
Rather the valleys I crawl out of
My name is Kevin Lamb, and these are my last words.

Amy Millan (born December 3, 1973) is a Canadian indie rock singer and guitarist. She records and performs with the bands Stars and Broken Social Scene as well as having a successful solo career. Her second solo album, Masters of the Burial, was released by Arts & Crafts Records in September 2009.

Early life

Amy Emo Millan grew up in the Cabbagetown neighbourhood of Toronto.[1] She attended high school at Jarvis Collegiate, and later the Etobicoke School of the Arts where she studied drama alongside future Broken Social Scene bandmates Kevin Drew and Emily Haines. Millan and Haines joined with future novelist Ibi Kaslik to form the band Edith’s Mission.[2][3] Although short-lived, Edith’s Mission did play a sold out show at the Horseshoe Tavern in Toronto.[4] After high school, Millan moved to Montreal for three years to attend Concordia University and gained experience as a solo performer by playing in coffee shops.[5][6] Upon returning to Toronto, she formed the roots-rock band 16 Tons and wrote many of the songs that she would use to launch her solo career several years later.[2] After the breakup of 16 Tons, Millan moved to Los Angeles. While living there, she contributed the song “Bury Me” to the soundtrack of the film Drowning Mona. However, living in Los Angeles did not work out, and Millan returned to Toronto.[7]
Stars

Stars was formed by Torquil Campbell and Chris Seligman in New York City. The line-up subsequently grew to incorporate Evan Cranley, with whom Millan had played gigs while a member of 16 Tons. Feeling that Millan would be a good fit for the group, Cranley invited her to New York City to audition in December 1999.[2][8] After receiving assurances that she would be actively involved in the songwriting process, Millan agreed to join the band. As much of their debut album had been recorded prior to her joining, Millan’s involvement in 2001’s Nightsongs was limited, although she did sing lead vocals on “Toxic Holiday”. Desiring to return to Canada, but not wanting to move to Toronto, the band relocated to Montreal.[9] Drummer Pat McGee was recruited as their fifth member prior to the release of their sophomore album, Heart, in 2003. Millan’s influence was more evident on this album, and a number of the tracks were performed as duets between her and Torquil Campbell, establishing a style for which the band would become well known. Stars’ commercial breakthrough came with their 2004 album Set Yourself on Fire and the accompanying single “Ageless Beauty”, which featured a lead vocal by Millan. Their fourth album, In Our Bedroom After the War, was released in 2007 and was followed by the EP Sad Robots the following year.
Broken Social Scene

Although she did not officially contribute to Broken Social Scene’s first two albums, due to scheduling conflicts for BSS members Emily Haines and Leslie Feist, she was asked by former classmate Kevin Drew to “be the girl” and sing with the band for the release concert of the band’s second album, You Forgot It in People.[10] From 2002 onward, Millan has often performed in BSS alongside fellow Stars members Evan Cranley, Chris Seligman and Torquil Campbell. She appeared on their 2005 self-titled album and also contributed vocals and writing to Kevin Drew’s 2007 solo album Spirit If… as well as to Brendan Canning’s 2008 solo album Something For All of Us. As in Stars, Amy usually sings with BSS but also plays guitar and percussion during live shows.
Honey from the Tombs

Amy Millan released her debut solo album, Honey from the Tombs, in 2006. It consisted of songs largely written before 2000, from when Millan was a member of 16 Tons.[1] The album title was inspired by a Tom Waits interview where he compared the release of older songs to the discovery of sweet honey buried in Egyptian tombs.[11] The album was produced by Ian Blurton and musical contributors included Brendan Canning and Kevin Drew of Broken Social Scene and Dan and Jenny Whiteley from Crazy Strings.

In contrast to her work with Stars, Millan’s solo work is strongly influenced by country and folk music. Thematically, many of the songs deal with loss and loneliness, and taking solace in alcohol is sung about numerous times. Millan’s upbringing in Toronto provided the inspiration for the song “Wayward and Parliament”, which is based on her time working in the coffee shop “Jet Fuel” on Parliament Street.[12]

Two videos were shot to promote Honey from the Tombs: “Skinny Boy” was directed by George Vale, and “Baby I” was directed by Anthony Seck. The songs “Losin’ You” and “Baby I”, were released as 7″ singles in Europe. Millan also toured extensively to support the album, playing dates in North America, Japan and Europe.
Masters of the Burial

Millan released her sophomore album, Masters of the Burial, on September 8, 2009. The album is produced by Martin Kinack and musicians appearing include Evan Cranley, Dan and Jenny Whiteley, Leslie Feist and Liam O’Neil. The album will feature many cover songs, including some written by Metric, Death Cab for Cutie and Sarah Harmer.

I tremble and I quiver yet seem unable to pinpoint what ails me
I know it is deep
It is real
It makes me feel alone
It tells me that I am not
Yet still I feel
That is scarier than being alone
There is no source
It is in me
It is me
These are the moments we must hold onto
This is what it feels to be inadequate
Peaks and valleys I remind myself
We all wish to ride high all the time
But to be on top we must first feel the breath of the darkness that creeps from below
For some life is found in a series of moments
Moments that dictate what follows thereafter
I have been to this place before
I have no fear that I will return
But it will not deter my soul
What is mine
What I hold onto despite it all
I seek a life partner
But this is mine
Courage must be found under fire
These are not the times to disappear
I must be present
I am present
I will be here through this entire life of mine
The beat of my heart will fuel this journey
I will be sure to take notes
To learn a lesson
To stand by my words
In both good times and bad
Be here for yourself when you need it the most
You’ve always been for others
I am no different
Do not try to be different
This is special, but is common
It is every individual’s freedom and burden
I must feel both
Remind myself of both
Even though the world will be sure to do so
My angst will not be defeat me
My passion will define me
This is my life
And it is these very moments that are the realization that I am the person I’ve always wanted to become.

I will not write about this fall like those of the past
Seasons change
Lives change
And it all seems to disappear so fast
From one moment to the next
Strange, the things we’ve learn to and not to expect
Every day we are surrounded by the people that will make any of this worth while
Every day we overlook these people walking by perhaps without even the courtesy of a smile
Who will you remember?
And who will you forget?
Everyone man, every women, wakes each day hoping at an honest shot of happiness
To live a life that celebrates who they are
The things they love
And mostly, the things they can depend on
After all, that’s all any of us are look for
Whether it be in a woman, a job, or friend
Be there for me like I you
A friend for life, a heart true
Let this summer fade
Let leaves whither and die
They are not the fruits of this lifetime
I don’t have all the answers
But people do
Experiences do
And to be yourself you must believe in the things you love
The individual who makes the choices that bring blood beating through your heart
Often we will question
But never shall we throw in the towel
This fight of life is all we have
With each other no one will fight alone
But we will feel alone
Hurt alone
Even love alone
But the difference between feeling and reality is the truth
And in this truth lies our salvation
A safe passage to home
The very things that allow us to breathe
The people we promise never to leave
The setting will always just be a place where this hope was conceived
It is, it has always been, the people that make a difference
That is what I will write about this fall.

In my current line of work it pays to stay on top of the opening of new businesses, after, we sell POS systems, such as cash registers, computers, self-checkout, scanners, etc.

I was told about Lucky’s Bar and Grill opening in Detroit, and this is where my research took me…

Lucky’s Pub & Grille Hiring
Job Seekers Can Apply Friday

POSTED: Thursday, September 24, 2009
DETROIT — Lucky’s Pub and Grille is opening a second location on East Jefferson Avenue in Detroit and said it has 150 positions to fill.

Lucky’s said it is looking to fill manager, host, cook, barbacks and wait staff positions for the new location, which is set to open in early October.

A job fair at the new location, 2690 East Jefferson Ave., will take place from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Friday.

Job seekers are asked to dress appropriately for an interview and bring a resume.

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poopstain 3 days ago
yeah detroiters don’t forget to dress like you actually want a job.
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save_Rory_kasel 4 days ago
Give it one day and the doors will close
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DMarieN 4 days ago
Wow! What news another business is offering a few crappy jobs! This is how far we’ve come.
Life in America is so GREAT! Yea!
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jeeefsbak 4 days ago
AND IN RELATED NEWS,I JUST SAW A NEW BUSINESS OPENING UP IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD IN DEARBORN.WELL,ACTUALLY IT WAS TWO LITTLE BOYS OPENING UP A LEMONAIDE STAND,BUT WHAT THE HECK,I’M DROPPING OFF A RESUME.WISH ME LUCK….
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duhtroot_rools 5 days ago
To be hired, applicants have to survive a shootout over a hamburger…last one left is hired.
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4U2NV 4 days ago
OMG! I almost choked on MY hamburger laughing at this! Thanks for the lunchtime humor! *ROFLMAO*
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TheKodeWarrior 5 days ago
What a bad place to put the new place. Their menu is sure gonna end up limited to chicken and Cold Duck
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qwerty101 5 days ago
Gibs me da job
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cuemaster 5 days ago
saggers need not apply.
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Spiff 5 days ago
A large metropolitan area, and a bar is hiring and it makes the headlines?

The Bush GOP trickle down sure is something.

You know its just going to be another livin large ghetto bar with lazy racists as the employee’s. No sane person from the burbs will ever bother to apply, with all that violent deadly crime down there.
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detroitalyssa 3 days ago
i work about a block away. noone bothers me, i don’t see any crimes. there are three cop shops within a mile radius. you have no clue what you’re talking about.
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cellie 4 days ago
Good you all won’t be applying more jobs for Detroiter’s. You have deadly violent crimes where you live as well, they are not publicized as they are in Detroit. Stop your people from coming to Detroit to do their dirt then run off to the surburbs. SUBURBAN RULE IS A BIG IDIOT YOU ARE A GREAT EXAMPLE OF RORY, KEEP IT GOING DUMBO!
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theboji 5 days ago
so what? we don’t want to employee burb people, this is a D joint, we roll skank free.
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Erinna 5 days ago
Riiiiight…no skanks south of Eight Mile….. *eyeroll*
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jeeefsbak 5 days ago
THATS GREAT NEWS.GREAT FOR ME TO POOP ON…
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Sexy Santa 5 days ago
I wish they would bring him back…he was awesome!
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sexygirl916 5 days ago
No way!!!!
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Sexy Santa 5 days ago
I would hate to be the interviewer for these jobs. Every schmuck will show up, most late, and the lines will be longer than if American Idol tryouts were in the same building.

Yeah, a resume so that you don’t waste their time with…”I was an executive at Enron and now I need a job bussing tables.” They want experience.
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sexygirl916 5 days ago
Idiot!!! where do you work, oh that’s right you are swindling on your mom & dad life insurance.
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Erinna 5 days ago
Wow, who lit the fuse on your tampon? Santa’s got it about pegged, I’d say.
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4U2NV 4 days ago
LOL!
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theboji 5 days ago
I’m not familar with that area? Is it nice? Are they hiring dishwashers? Bring resumes? WTF? Resumes are required for cook & bus jobs now?
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troublewithat 5 days ago
Bet some show up wanting their electrical bill payed!
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sexygirl916 5 days ago
so that mean you will be first in line.
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Erinna 5 days ago
You know, I’m really sorry your parents didn’t love you enough to teach you good manners.
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It was actually pretty hilarious, uncertain whether these are fellow Detroiters, or onlookers from abroad. The economic downturn is taking its toll on people ability to look forward, have faith, and believe; and I don’t blame them. It is sad when people have no where to turn, and live life being grateful from one bad job to the next. Perhaps this should motivate myself more to work harder at the things I do; oh well.

Hard to say
Harder to know
Where these places and people will go
Away from us
Away with us
Perhaps neither here nor there
Nothing seems certain
But love still seems to be the only answer
Not the simplicity of just the love between a man and a woman
But something much greater
Something that must save us all
If only we can believe
Every day is different
The difficulty comes at great contrast
Relative are these days, some slow, some just too fast
But even without the answers
And maybe even without the questions
We can hold on
Even if we don’t know to what
Even if we don’t know to who
We are bound by our blood
Our skin and bones as humans
The beat of our hearts inside our chests
Even if no beat the same
We are tuned to each other like the slow moving feet of a ballerina and the music released from a bow on a violin
Beauty is what love makes possible
Something we cannot give nor take
But are instruments of
Capable of such great and retched heights
Hoping to find a balance between
While the lingering high of ecstasy torments those days between
A taste of heaven before death
Places a burden on a man of unrest
So with each day, we wake
And with each breath, we take
We grow closer to the love we’ve convinced ourselves we cannot be without
And to settle would be to die
And in death the ones we loved would cry
And maybe there will or wont be gates opened in the sky
But what chance are you willing to take?
With just one lifetime to make
Something big out of something small
A story, a soul, a memory to change it all.