I’m trying to make my way through Don't Look Back, which just came out on DVD - Dylan touring England in 1965, D.A. Pennebaker directed, year before Dylan went electric, blah blah blah. It is so hard to watch because Dylan is such a HUGE dick and his manager is an even HUGER dick and Joan Baez is Dylan’s girlfriend at the time and is always there and SINGING. Dylan is definitely so genius, but the elision between his music and his persona is incomprehensible. I am convinced that the obsession and fascination with him beyond even what his (admittedly amazing) music would dictate (that crazy, make a four-disc documentary, write a bunch of books, spend eternity analyzing type of obsession) is because his lyrics seem so deep and filled with meaning, yet he refuses to indulge in any self-analysis or to attribute any meaning to his lyrics. He is the opposite of a conceptual artist, where all the meaning comes from the artist's intentions and you have to know the intentions to get it. The more one attempts to study Dylan, the more he slips away, which I think makes people want to chase after him, hoping there will be some confession or acknowledgement that will shed some light, and there never is.
Plus he looks like such a Jew when he's young, like my cousins or something, and, as a Jew, it's difficult to not focus on that since he makes no sense as a Jew. None!!! He makes even less sense as a Jew than he does in general!
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Russ: I will never understand your love for Dylan. Never.
I would describe it as "like." Or "respect." Not love - he's too much of a dickweed.
someones in the basement
fooling around with whatsit
I am STILL on the pavement
thinking about whatever
lookout
theres a drunk driver
answering the tune
that the cellphone brings
to push up the stress level
let another person bring
2 x cheaters
government haters
you never see GW Bush pay the parking meter
look out kid!!
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