I was just sitting here listening to "Bob Dylan's Dream" from
Freewheelin'
and thinking - I'd go see him again. So - you know - that's not very helpful - just thought I'd throw it in.
Great great frankenmix hayden. I like it a lot. You used Lyra Jane's local artists song as the artist you hate song you like song. ("Waiting Room" Fugazi).
It was about 95% new to me so I need to listen to it a couple more times before I can pick out my faves. I think that was the first time I had ever heard Motorhead. Mock my lack of metal chops.
I know no one cares - but I just heard the first track off of the new Modest Mouse CD and am giddy like a 16 year old about it. It's always nerve racking to hear new stuff from bands you worship because it could suck. And then you'd be sad.
Glad you like it, Tina! I'm just proud to be the man who brought Lemmy into your life.
Got Hec's and, uh, somebody's mixes today (brain fart), just before leaving the house for work, so no time to copy. Tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow).
Anyway, so, thx, Elizabeth.
Mine, I'm pretty sure.
Could well be, but I just got it, opened it, went "Cool," and ran for the bus.
OK, the gay boy who sits next to me at work is either really, realy naive, or delights in pulling my leg. A couple of weeks ago, he said he didn't know the term "camp." Today, he asked who Bob Dylan was.
Today, he asked who Bob Dylan was.
Tell him Bob Dylan is camp.
Tell him Bob Dylan is camp.
That would just confuse the poor boy.
Tell him Bob Dylan is camp.
but camp is not Bob Dylan.
I listened to Dylan's music for 25 years without ever seeing him live, and then a few years ago I saw him twice within a few months. At the first concert in a small auditorium he was brilliant. He was passionate and energetic, but somehow still subtle and contemplative. He turned his old songs into rich new experiences and played some damn fine new songs that ended up on his last couple of albums. John Mellencamp was in the audience, and Dylan skittered between paying homage to some of Mellencamp's work that he liked, and taunting Mellencamp whenever he finished something of his own that he was proud of. The whole audience felt fortunate to have experienced a moment of genius.
I saw Dylan again six months later, because a friend had a spare ticket. His performance was tired and sloppy. His speech was vague and digressive. At least I think it was. I couldn't understand a word that he said. It was obvious to everyone that he was just going through the motions. A good share of the audience left before it was over.
You take your chances. But hey, it's Bob Dylan. There isn't going to be another one.
