"Desolation Row" is the greatest American epic poem after "Howl" written in the 20th Century in my not-so-humble opinion. Go download the album "Highway 61 Revisited," my candidate for Best Dylan Album and Greatest Rock Album Ever. Dylan at his height. Every piece a keeper that will blow your mind. Plus the session musicians were the Gre…
"Desolation Row" is the greatest American epic poem after "Howl" written in the 20th Century in my not-so-humble opinion. Go download the album "Highway 61 Revisited," my candidate for Best Dylan Album and Greatest Rock Album Ever. Dylan at his height. Every piece a keeper that will blow your mind. Plus the session musicians were the Greatest of their Generation. Mike Bloomfield from Butterfield and the Electric Flag, Al Kooper on keyboard, all of them great.
usually, we agree. but I'm still a "Blonde On Blonde" guy. I admit that your argument for "Highway 61 Revisited" is a respectable one. and yes, there are no weak tracks ("Blonde On Blonde" does have a few, but there's more of it). and my "Blonde On Blonde" thing has a lot to do with the contents of many acid trips c. 1969. and isn't "Kaddish" a trifle more accomplished than "Howl?" one could argue that its focus is more personal, so it might not qualify as "epic." in any event, my estimation of "Desolation Row" has only grown from year to year. and how many songs on "rock" albums feature Ezra Pound? I know ONE.
so much for "higher" criticism. I watched those putzes (you've pretty much exhausted the use of "clowns," at least for today) and my mouth sort of dropped open in the middle of my lox cream cheese on an everything bagel. it was THAT fucking crazy. deja vue all over again. after all, how did Benghazi ultimately work out for them? a few of my ill-advised neighbors LOVE talking Hunter Biden as an all-purpose kigmy, but the leap to Joe isn't gonna get them anywhere because there's no there there. it's fucking hilarious that this is what they choose to mention, given the guy they used to fellate (at least rhetorically) on a more-or-less daily basis. and I loved (in an ugly way, to be sure) their trying to have it both ways with "the prostitute" mentioning it as many times as possible, but insisting they have no interest in such things. I understand the latter, since members of congress and their buddies are famously avid customers of Washington sex workers. or am I giving them too much credit for veiled candor?
I sometimes find myself wondering if this much loathing is good for my health. but it sure FEELS empowering. it certainly sounds like you might have the same issue, although in your case it definitely IS empowering.
I got to see him. First time I went to The Fillmore in 1967. He'd just left Butterfield the year before and started Electric Flag. Butterfield was the top of the bill that night, Bloomfield was the opener. In between was some English band nobody had heard of, making their US debut.
Cream.
Everybody kind of forgot about Butterfield and Bloomfield that night. :-)
...and just for the record, my ringtone is "Like a Rolling Stone." that first snare bang does something very desirable to my neurotransmitters. plus, it's a good litmus test when I'm talking to someone I haven't known very long. if the reaction is negative (or worse, mocking), I know there's no point in continuing to cultivate the relationship.
"Desolation Row" is the greatest American epic poem after "Howl" written in the 20th Century in my not-so-humble opinion. Go download the album "Highway 61 Revisited," my candidate for Best Dylan Album and Greatest Rock Album Ever. Dylan at his height. Every piece a keeper that will blow your mind. Plus the session musicians were the Greatest of their Generation. Mike Bloomfield from Butterfield and the Electric Flag, Al Kooper on keyboard, all of them great.
usually, we agree. but I'm still a "Blonde On Blonde" guy. I admit that your argument for "Highway 61 Revisited" is a respectable one. and yes, there are no weak tracks ("Blonde On Blonde" does have a few, but there's more of it). and my "Blonde On Blonde" thing has a lot to do with the contents of many acid trips c. 1969. and isn't "Kaddish" a trifle more accomplished than "Howl?" one could argue that its focus is more personal, so it might not qualify as "epic." in any event, my estimation of "Desolation Row" has only grown from year to year. and how many songs on "rock" albums feature Ezra Pound? I know ONE.
so much for "higher" criticism. I watched those putzes (you've pretty much exhausted the use of "clowns," at least for today) and my mouth sort of dropped open in the middle of my lox cream cheese on an everything bagel. it was THAT fucking crazy. deja vue all over again. after all, how did Benghazi ultimately work out for them? a few of my ill-advised neighbors LOVE talking Hunter Biden as an all-purpose kigmy, but the leap to Joe isn't gonna get them anywhere because there's no there there. it's fucking hilarious that this is what they choose to mention, given the guy they used to fellate (at least rhetorically) on a more-or-less daily basis. and I loved (in an ugly way, to be sure) their trying to have it both ways with "the prostitute" mentioning it as many times as possible, but insisting they have no interest in such things. I understand the latter, since members of congress and their buddies are famously avid customers of Washington sex workers. or am I giving them too much credit for veiled candor?
I sometimes find myself wondering if this much loathing is good for my health. but it sure FEELS empowering. it certainly sounds like you might have the same issue, although in your case it definitely IS empowering.
well done yet again.
Aye yay yay. Mike Bloomfield. Smooth as silk.
I got to see him. First time I went to The Fillmore in 1967. He'd just left Butterfield the year before and started Electric Flag. Butterfield was the top of the bill that night, Bloomfield was the opener. In between was some English band nobody had heard of, making their US debut.
Cream.
Everybody kind of forgot about Butterfield and Bloomfield that night. :-)
What a couple years at the Fillmore East. Allman Bros best fabulous iconic album recorded there. That venue was a moment in time. Love it.
Love you TC. I love how you have the transporter room from Star Trek in your pen.
And Cream? Yikes. A merge in the stars.
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Once again, Christine makes me Laugh Out Loud!
...and just for the record, my ringtone is "Like a Rolling Stone." that first snare bang does something very desirable to my neurotransmitters. plus, it's a good litmus test when I'm talking to someone I haven't known very long. if the reaction is negative (or worse, mocking), I know there's no point in continuing to cultivate the relationship.