Tuesday, July 3, 2007

a new wave of Beatniks is forming

Finally - the Beat has found a rythm in the walls of Sainte-Anne. University, that is.
Mr. Williams, broadcasting from far away, teaching us about the Beatniks and the importance of these dudes.
Sure, they may not exactly have everything to do with Bob Dylan..but they were friends. If that counts. lol. The influence Ginsberg and Kerouac had on our little but great Bob is tremendous and cannot be ignored. What, at times, characterized Dylan's music were his subjects; the ways he used to push those ideas forward were with his words. Well - explanation found when looking at the Beats. A free-flow of thoughts urged the beatniks to spill unto their pages what they really felt and thought.
Truth is :
The Beats are often ignored.
They were a small group, sure.
A friend of mine, a great fan of music, told me he'd never heard of Ginsbergs or of this 'Beat' stuff. As a fan of The Doors..little did he know about Morisson's relationship with the Beat poets.
Anyways, all for now.

"I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense." Ginsberg, the man.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

a Subterranean frame of mind.

Soundtrack of my life. Life today, that is.

Have you ever heard a song that reminds you of something that’s happened in your life? You say, Wow! I could’ve written this! .. then you add it to your MP3 player, listen to it all the time, get sick of it, then DELETE. Gone. ? I have. But that’s what I’ll be ranting about today.

Subterranean Homesick Blues. Need I say more?
Everyday when I drive somewhere, I listen to this song. It never gets old. It’s quite funny at first, doesn’t make much sense.

Please do check out the video; it’s priceless. http://mp.aol.com/video.index.adp?mxid=1400612&_AOLFORM=w708.h344.p7.R1

"[The song] was, in fact, an extraordinary three-way amalgam of Jack Kerouac, the Guthrie / Pete Seeger song "Taking It Easy" ('mom was in the kitchen preparing to eat/sis was in the pantry looking for some yeast') and the riffed-up rock'n'roll poetry of Chuck Berry's "Too Much Monkey Business".

""In addition to the song's influence on music, the song was used in what became one of the first "modern" music videos. Although Rolling Stone lists it as the 7th on their list of "100 Top Music Videos", the original "video" was actually the opening segment of D. A. Pennebaker's film, Dont Look Back (a documentary on Bob Dylan's first tour of England in 1965). In the film, Dylan holds up cue cards for the audience, with selected words and phrases from the lyrics. While staring at the camera, he flips the cards as the song plays. There are intentional misspellings and puns throughout the video, for instance when the song's lyrics say "eleven dollar bills" the poster says "20 dollars". The original video takes place in an alley behind The Savoy Hotel in London where poet Allen Ginsberg and guitarist Robbie Robertson make a cameo.

In addition to the Savoy Hotel video, two alternate videos were shot: one in a park where Dylan, Robertson and Ginsberg are joined by a fourth man, and another shot on the roof of an unknown building (possibly the Savoy Hotel). A montage of the videos can be seen in the documentary No Direction Home.""

Monday, February 12, 2007

he's done it again.

Our Bob won a couple grammys last night for: Best Contemporary Folk/Americana Album, and solo rock vocal performance for 'Someday Baby'.

I can deal with hearing mediocre singers on radio all day. I can deal with the fact that less-then-talented singers make millions of dollars, just by lookin' pretty.
But I couldn't deal if Bob wasn't around.

He's the Man.

"I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin,

I saw a house in the country being torn from within.

I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond."

(Caribbean Wind )

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The wonderful world of Dylan addicts. among others.

A really goofy grin spreads across my face. I try my hardest to stop it. But it's inevitable. The smile, followed by the laugh, will come. No stoping it. It's a Tsunami of happiness, my friends.
What is going on here? you may ask...
4 words: Bob Dylan's 115th Dream.
Yve, you know what I'm talking about.
This song is my favorite drug, my happy pill. I prescribe it to everyone.
There is sheer genius that lives in that song. Bob Dylan, the Creator (my friend Yvette and I, who have adopted a new religion based on the writings of Bob, now exclain Oh my Bob! Instead of the overused Oh my God, or OMG in the new-age MSN talk...), wonderfully shows his personality in this song. I think so anyways.
So please, everyone, find this song (perhaps.. 'downloading?') and listen to it, many times. Look at the lyrics (http://bobdylan.com/moderntimes/songs/115dream.html)

**Here are some of my favorite sections of the song**

The start:
" I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land..."


This is great, but why? Listen to the song and you'll know why. The recording actually has Bob bursting out in laughter. It's so real. the song continues, after a few brief moments of laughing, with Bob saying "Ok, take 2."

"Just then this cop comes down the street

Crazy as a loon.
He throw us all in jail

For carryin' harpoons."


I love the rhyming, and the content is hilarious! So, we have Bob, in his dream, where he thinks he's found this so-called 'America'. A new land? nope. obviously, because there's police there already. Agh..the law. I can picture Bob, his hair blowin' in the wind, with a harpoon resting on his right shoulder.wonderful. A folk-native in crazy America.

" Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin' fat
Food was flying everywhere
And I left without my hat"
After ordering some 'crêpes', the kitchen explodes? wow. that is entertainment. Poor Bob has lost his hat. I bet it was a fedora.

"Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line"
This is why he makes me laugh; I visualize what's happening so clearly. The bowling ball, to me, is oversized - think Indiana Jones. The foot-in-phone: MONTY PYTHON.

And now, for something completely different!

Well, not really. 'On a more serious note' would've been more appropriate.

You know how they say a work of literature (Shakespeare) is considered 'Great' if it survives the times? Well, let's take a look at Bob. His song 'Masters of War' is absolutely relevant to today's world situation. It could easily have been written this year. But it wasn't. Anyone who isn't a fan of Pres. Bush should listen to it. Today.



so last night I attended a poetry reading. Awesome, awesome event. Almost as awesome as the chocolate cake my mom makes sometimes. Yup - THAT awesome. So anyways, it was very inspiring. You know every now and then, you have these moments of realization? .. Something 'clicks' in your head. Something inside you has changed or evolved. Well last night was one of em'. I'm in my last year as an English major, on the brink of insanity. (oh wait - I'm already there.) Everyday I wake and think: What am I supposed to be doing? blah blah. (yeah, I say blah blah, because my mind tends to wander). And it's like this: I am a quirky individual (wrote an entire essay about this - if you're interested, i can share this with you, but it'll cost ya. just kidding.) I love writing because it's a way for me to explore my thoughts. If I made a movie with my thoughts, someone would surely look at me with a raised eyebrow. For example, Yvette and I have thought about a Giant Muffin who walks around Sainte-Anne. And naked grapes.


But I think it's fabulous that I'm weird; I have so many fun thoughts, and let myself really think through them.

Am I rambling?

No wonder nobody is leaving any comments. what a strange blog.