Posted on 09/29/2010 3:16:02 AM PDT by don-o
I would like to see a video of this event.....
Dylan to Obama:
How does it FEEL????
In other words, typical Bob Dylan pseudo-intellectual pap.
BF: You liked Barack Obama early on. Why was that?
BD: I’d read his book and it intrigued me.
BF: Audacity of Hope?
BD: No it was called Dreams of My Father.
BF: What struck you about him?
BD: Well, a number of things. He’s got an interesting background. He’s like a fictional character, but he’s real. First off, his mother was a Kansas girl. Never lived in Kansas though, but with deep roots. You know, like Kansas bloody Kansas. John Brown the insurrectionist. Jesse James and Quantrill. Bushwhackers, Guerillas. Wizard of Oz Kansas. I think Barack has Jefferson Davis back there in his ancestry someplace. And then his father. An African intellectual. Bantu, Masai, Griot type heritage - cattle raiders, lion killers. I mean it’s just so incongruous that these two people would meet and fall in love. You kind of get past that though. And then you’re into his story. Like an odyssey except in reverse.
BF: In what way?
BD: First of all, Barack is born in Hawaii. Most of us think of Hawaii as paradise – so I guess you could say that he was born in paradise.
“comes up, shakes my hand, sort of tips his head, gives me just a little grin, and then leaves”
I was watching an episode of the History Channel’s “Pawn Stars” the other day. Bob Dylan was in Las Vegas and Chumley, the show’s comic relief, asks him to sign an album cover which the legendary artist graciously did. Dylan seemed a whole lot friendlier to this portly pawnbroker than he evidently was to the President. Very funny.
BOB Dylan made his dramatic conversion from Judaism to Christianity after wallowing in drugs and bed-hopping with female fans -- a switcheroo that apparently jolted one of his biggest fans, Jimmy Carter, a new book about the former president claims.
WHY PREZ GAVE UP ON DYLAN (Carter)
Anything that upsets Jimmy Carter has just gotta be good.
And then there's this:
Up until now it had been a mutual love affair. As the campaign for the American presidency gathered pace last June, Bob Dylan lent his support to Barack Obama, telling The Times that his candidacy was “redefining the nature of politics”. In return Mr Obama described the singer as an icon, and boasted of having “probably 30 Dylan songs on my iPod”, including “the entire Blood on the Tracks album”. But in an interview to be published on Dylan’s website today, the hero of 1960s counterculture seems to have cooled on the prospects of the recently elected American leader. Asked if he thought that Mr Obama would make a good president, the singer said that he had no idea.
Media monkeying as usual: Bob Dylan accused of "backtracking" on his "endorsement" of Barack Obama
There was a a bit of a buzz here on FR at the time.
Thanks for posting the text. The link seems to work only temporarily.
Thanks for that. It’s nice to see that Dylan still has a way of “putting on” the press while they remain completely oblivious.
Anyone see that “pawn” show on TV where they sent one of the younger workers to get a Dylan autograph and he actually got it? Got Dylan to autograph that old double album of his with the gawd awful Dylan painting on the cover
It was fun watching Dylan interact with an autograph seeker with a cameraman who we never saw.
I’ll bet 0bongo used to listen to Dylan albums when he was a stoner in high school. Thus he’s a little in awe of that old white guy Dylan. Other than that ‘Bongo has no use for old white guys
‘Bongo figures his multikulti crowd is on the ascendant as the old white guys with cultural memories die off
thanks for the ping.
Ain’t Talkin’ ~ Bob Dylan
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
No one on earth would ever know
They say prayer has the power to help
So pray from the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I’m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain’t going well
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
I’ll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
They’ll be no mercy for you once you’ve lost
Now I’m all worn down by weepin’
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin’
I’ll just slaughter them where they lie
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walking through the cities of the plague
The whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you’re down
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Eatin’ hog-eyed grease in hog-eyed town
Heart burnin’ – still yearnin’
Someday you’ll be glad to have me around
They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I’ll make the most of one last extra hour
I’ll avenge my father’s death then I’ll step back
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Hand me down my walkin’ cane
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Got to get you out of my miserable brain
All my loyal and much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that’s been long abandoned
Ain’t no altars on this long and lonesome road
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Thinkin’ ‘bout that gal I left behind
It’s bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire’s gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can’t get heavenly aid?
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Carrying a dead man’s shield
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walkin’ with a toothache in my heel
The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has it’s tears
I’m not playing, I’m not pretending
I’m not nursing any superfluous fears
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Walkin’ ever since the other night
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walkin’ ‘til I’m clean out of sight
As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma’am I beg your pardon
There’s no one here, the gardener is gone
Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Up the road around the bend
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
In the last outback, at the world’s end
Copyright © 2006 by Special Rider Music
The Zero is such an egoistical moron. He’s being dissed and doesn’t recognize it.
In before the ‘Dylan Can’t Sing’ crowd shows up.
Well played - 33 posts. They’re slipping.
Before the Dylan Can’t Sing crowd shows up I’ll say that Dylan sings far better than Babs Streisand and that dreadful screechier Celine Dion. But hey, it’s all a matter of personal preference.
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