Holy shit! I listened to this (2-CD) album, “Live 75” (Rolling Thunder) album in the 70s and didn’t get it. I didn’t care for the completely different versions of familiar songs.
Now, after listening to it for hours while driving to Big Sur a few weeks ago, I do get it. Sheesh!
Dylan was on fire, his voice never better, the phrasing brilliant. Joan Baez’ harmonies are exquisite. The band is hot.
Plus, I saw the film on Netflix. There have been grumblings about some fictional elements thrown into the film, but hey, just listen to the music. I want to see it on a big screen, but it doesn’t seem to be available anywhere. C’mon, Netflix!
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don’t wanna be your boss…
For Dylan nuts: “From Don’t Look Back to The Rolling Thunder Review: The Cinema of Bob Dylan” by Peter Sobczynski
(After Khalil Gibran)
Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars,
whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people
who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti is 100 years old today.
“Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.”
Fox was the only living man. There was no earth. The water was everywhere. “What shall I do,” Fox asked himself. He began to sing in order to find out.
“I would like to meet somebody,” he sang to the sky.
Then he met Coyote.
“I thought I was going to meet someone,” Fox said.
“Where are you going?” Coyote asked.
“I’ve been wandering all over trying to find someone. I was worried there for a while.”
“Well it’s better for two people to go together… that’s what they always say.”
“O.K.. But what will we do?”
“I don’t know.”
“I got it! Let’s try to make the world.”
“And how are we going to do that?” Coyote asked.
“Sing!” said Fox.
-Jaime de Angulo, Coyote Man & Old Doctor Loon
“Beware, white man, of playing with magic of the primitive.
It may be strong medicine.
It may kill you.
Ye, sons and daughters, foster children of the cities, if ye would go to the wilderness in search of your Mother, be careful and circumspect, lest she lure you into her secret places, whence ye may not come back.”
-Jaime de Angulo, The Lariat
In the novel Three Stations, by Martin Cruz Smith: “He watched the fly make the arduous trek up the wall, across the ceiling and around a light fixture only to reach journey’s end as a buzz on a ringlet of flypaper.”