You know how sometimes you’ll be walking down the road and a car will come past or you’ll see a guy with funny shorts on or a bird will fly by or you’ll step in a puddle or something totally normal and everyday, but suddenly you’ll be all like “oooh, this is like my dream that one time, when…” and then you’ll have forgotten again before you’d even properly remembered?
Or when you’re trying to work something out at work and you’ve only got a very very tenuous understanding of the maths behind it so you’re concentrating really hard and then the answer kinda floats into your head but then as soon as you fix on it you’re so overjoyed that you instantly forget again?
Well, I find Bob Dylan’s a bit like that.
It’s like, I get this fleeting moment of euphoria when I read funny things he said in 1965, or when I listen to Highway 61 Revisited and I’m all like “alriiiiiiiiight!” or when I watch that Subterranean Homesick Blues video and I get really into it because it’s almost like he won’t turn over the cards quick enough but hooray, he’s made it! But then, almost instantly, I remember than now he’s this miserable bastard with a moustache who still tours but is far too self-important to actually play the fucking songs properly and he doesn’t crack jokes anymore because he’s Bob fucking Dylan, the voice of a generation - he doesn’t have to do shit anymore.
And then my mind wanders and my cynicism boils over and I start to imagine that’s how John Lennon and Jimi Hendrix would be right now. Jim Morrison already was like that when he died. Beck is headed that way right now. And then it gets even worse and I start to wish Bob Dylan had choked on his own vomit back in the 70s and saved us all from his boring fucking attitude problem.
(I actually just crossed myself when I wrote that last bit.)
(Dad, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry for being horrible about Bob Dylan.)
(You know I like him really.)
(It’s only because I like him so much that I get so wound up.)
(Sorry again.)
(And for the part about John Lennon and Jimi Hendrix too.)
(Not so much about the Jim Morrison thing though.)
Don’t Think Twice, It’s all so unfair and all men are chauvinist bastards
So, how does this new grey and red affair look then? I did have all the posts scrunched up on the right hand side, and then I decided I wanted to put a picture where the Hallowed Lords Of HTML decreed there shalt be no picture, and then I found a site that said it matched colours for you and I turned the whole thing dog-sick yellow. So now its grey. For the time being at least.
I wanted to post a little something about Mad Men before bed, but every time I think about it I just imagine slinking around in hourglass dresses like Joan Holloway and my fantasies turn to dust when I consider the sheer quantities of hairspray that woman must go through. I simply could not afford the styling products on my current budget, let alone the body contouring surgery.
Anyways, I’ve just watched the final three episodes of series one and have been left with a gaping hole in my heart, yearning for cars with chrome trim and gender equality in the workplace. The last episode played out with Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright, and everyone ended up just sooooo utterly lonely it was heartbreaking.
This week’s illegal downloading session begins and ends with series two, guvnor, I promise.
