The Importance of Being Idle

Ballad Of A Fat Man

Okay, I watched the other half of the Dylan documentary today, and it was really good. Maybe I was a bit hard on him the other day, calling him a bullshitter. See, watching him deal with the early peak of his fame, you understand how much he (apparently) dislikes the media attention, or at least the type of media attention that asks him to demystify his muse and creative process. Its also apparent how much he hated being 'the voice of a generation' and how he felt constrained by that (I love his answer when asked how many protest singers there are, "136" and the clueless reporter buys it...). So, now we see the older Dylan and he's a canny, wiley old fox, and he talks apparently candidly about himself and the times but really he's just deflecting the questions and leaving people in exactly the place he found them. Really, I think, he's all about the music, and says what he wants to say there - he's just learnt to handle the press better. I still can't get over the fans though, and how violently and unpleasantly they reacted to his change in musical style. I just hope all the retards who walked out on him when he was playing with what would later become The Band now realise what a seminal musical experience they missed. The prats.
What else? Ermmmmm it's rained. Burnout has reached such a height of blatant unfairness that I was microseconds from throwing my controller through the TV screen before I realised what consequences that would have. It took immense self-control, believe me. Immense.
I'm sure I've had other thoughts, but they've gone, like the polar ice-caps. Take a last look around people, it was a nice planet while it lasted.

posted by BadMonkey @ 10:13 PM