Wednesday, September 28    

I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in yours
I've been watching the Scorsese documentary, No Direction Home, the last two nights on PBS. I know it doesn't sound like me, but I love Bob Dylan, and I will watch just about anything about him. Plus, this just happened to be really good.

I've never really been able to explain why Dylan appeals to me so; his music certainly isn't of my generation. In fact, most of his well-known songs were recorded long before I was born. (I do like his current stuff as well, particularly Time Out of Mind.) There's just something about his music that speaks to me -- more than likely, it's the lyrics. (It's almost always the lyrics with me.) I started listening to him because my first girlfriend was a fan, but I only started really liking him when she broke up with me. Oh, yeah, I listened to Don't Think Twice, It's All Right way too many times in that period. There is something about the way he writes, but watching the documentary, it is clear that he is one weird, weird dude. Which, I suppose, most geniuses are. One of my favorite moments of the film was a clip from the Royal Albert Hall concert. The people of England were quite displeased with his artistic decision to go electric and he was receiving death threats. He said, "I don't mind being shot, man, but I don't like being told about it." That's all I'm saying.

  posted @ 12:44 PM |