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December 04, 2006


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Saw him and his band (his band mostly) when he was in town recently. He is definitely not interested in throwing ANYONE a bone.

(Even God may balk should Bob give him an audience. I believe he's resigned to Jack Fate.)

Wouldn't it be wonderful if he or others like him could get a hearing, draw a crowd, and begin the long march back to cultural sanity? Popular music was such a rallying point back in the day.

He should start playing all new material in community (non-commercial) venues for free. That would be a fitting beginning and end.

But I suppose somebody owns his future output.

Under an assumed name/identity then. Masked and anonymous.

Just plain folk.

Did the folk music establishment ever forgive him for playing the electric guitar?

Back to the Hungry I, and his intitial role as the new Woody Guthrie. Somebody owns his future output? Candidia, probably.

He should risk, fail and be succeeded. On with the show.

Right, slow hands clapping. If he still has it, let's hear it. Otherwise go on tour like the Stones and set a record for total gate.

I suppose she owns your future output as well, Tutor.

Who cares about the establishment. Get over yourselves. Blues music is fold music and it embraced electrification long before Dylan, he just woke them up to that fact. Some of them chose to go right back to sleep, though.

Hey, Bob. Here's a title for your next movie:

Crossroads IIThe Impending

Star in it.

"Keeping people from being free is big business" - Bob Dylan in Masked and Anonymous

"squeaks, crackles, nervous cries, every country sends its lies" - Citizen GC.

What has kept Poland from being Free over the last 100 years? Fascism, Stalinism, now Capitalism? What is left, K! Did we ever try democracy?

And small business, too. Maybe more.

Each purchase.

A snowcone, even.

Look at ol' mole apin' Dishwitz like a heart attack. There wouldn't be no mole without Cackety Dishwitz. And that's a natural faq.

The film about her father, Rambling Jack Eliot, "hovers between homage and revenge." Like a few satires I could name.

What Dylan really took from Ramblin' Jack were lessons on how to configure a complete persona out of a mundane middle-class Jewish upbringing. -Henry Cabot Beck

He [Dylan] has so long since disappeared into his persona that there is little received sense of the person there. -Roger Ebert

Dylan shied away from arena rock cliches with a stage that featured nothing more than a large purple screen behind the group, which later featured a caricature of a man -- presumably Dylan -- wearing a crown and a smile during the encore...The six musicians were dressed head-to-toe in black suits with five of them -- including Dylan -- wearing black hats to match. -local review

Oy, what keeps us form being free? Fascism, Stalinism, Capitalism: they are all prescriptions for freedom. In Fascism - Freedom by belonging to a winning race, Stalinism - Freedom by belonging to a winning collective, Capitlism - Freedom by being a winner, individual.

Only in Death you get Freedom by not being. The most justified Freedom that awaits us all. Freedom from the Self as a Stupid Brutish Vicious Human Being...with no sense of humor. Conniving 'My Precious' 'My Precious' Human Being.

Humans are scoundrels. Selfish beasts. Only in Death they are equal. Only in Death they are Free. So what to do with life? Let us Live as if we are already Dead... That is the freedom for us all. - Like a writing on a tomb of the dead warn us - "We were once as you are now, and what we are now, you soon shall be." - Memento Mori. See the bones that once supported the Living. Now let the the words presenting the bones support you life. For as night follows the day this too shall pass and dust to dust and bones will remain and memory will fade while millions die having had the illusion of living. We too shall pass and one day we will want our bones to say to the lving 'we were once as you are now' - but now we don't see those words - now we walk and talk and breath thinking that we are above all of it.

Masked and Anonymous sow stories of conquest, of winning - Mirror Mirror on the Wall, --- it's me, it's me of them all -- think good positive thoughts -- whispers whispers in your ear -- Turning you in to fucking little Capitalist Mackbeths running around making dollar bills

Memento Mori motherfuckers. At Dumpster we gather. For there we truly belong. All of us like Ashes mixed with garbage. There is your Freedom where your cardboard and piss.

And what about Democracy? Nothing about it really. There will always be some asshole at the top who thinks he has the best prescription for freedom. Selling Freedom is Big Business.

Don't lose hope, K !


A little Cohen sent along to play with Dylan ...

It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

I was once like you are now, and I know that its not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.


I was once as you are now, my medicine was also troubling to those around me, for a great fight was going on inside of me. My son I can see that there is the same fight going on inside you, it is a terrible fight between two wolves.


I was once as you are now, and I promise you this
We will take the riches from the obligarchs
Only for you, for all of you
And one day, you too will inherit these treasures
Descamisados, mis companeros


But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."


Bob smiles, rocking yes, his eyebrows raise...


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