"maybe even dylan"

so did everything i wanted to do tonight--even managed to take a baby nap. still feeling tired and outworn but oh well. there's still one more day left of this precious weekend.

watched that bundle of joy of a movie taking woodstock. it's not a life altering movie but it's cute--and if you have any interest in the time period like i do (though i had in my drunken state once declared that the 60s flower power did nothing but "taking all that (which was the anti material loving drug induced way of seeing life of the 50s) and turned it into nothing but sex drugs and hair") it's a fun couple of hours to spend.

first off--obviously, there is the essence of that flowery, rainbow colored, love- peace-music philosophy that gets to you. crazy people sliding down the hill only to end up in a puddle of mud, making love randomly in the bushes, taking their clothes off without fear (forget your underwear! we are free!) and the constant gazing up to the fields and the soft sounds and the acid trips and the good music and the general vibe of the whole love your neighbour love your animal love your earth deal--not to mention the incredible uproaring of the human spirit against the war--it's all not just fun and also in a charmingly unrealistic way, moving. it gets to you. or it got to me at least--as it always does.

second there's the little hints that make the movie tasty for us the 60s buffs. like the wonderful unexpected and lovingly resentful yet at the same time mocking mentioning of dylan's absence. the hopeful "maybe even dylan" remard and that legandary dude standing with a card that reads "bob dylan- please show up" among the crowd makes you smile. not to mention that they are priceless details to someone like me who knows dylan's place in the 60s (though my dylan fanaticism for example almost holds the 70s above the 60s)and the expectations and the politics of his existence. it's not just historically relevant and smile-worthy but also cherishable from the dylan angle. because no matter how much of a product of the times he was or how the times were the product of him, dylan always stands out of context--never belonging to a place or to a time to such an extent that you soon give up on seeing him on a real time scale. but when his name comes up like the way it does in taking woodstock or the lovely electric kool aid acid test it reminds you that he as a person one time or another existed on a very daily basis.

and also the very cunning hilarious line of the movie--that can be picked up by someone who knows a thing or two about woodstock "it's august--it never rains in august" was a blast.

and then there was the music. say what you want about the 60s but god i bluntly declare that there had never been a decade that could top that one when it comes to its tunes. when maggie mcgill blasted in i was just thrilled. or when the song that you will listen to when and if you get to the end of the post started up--reminding me how good of a song it really was--i vowed to myself to make myself a tasty 60s playlist tonight (which was exactly what i did-- soft parade is on as we speak).

anywho as you see i always get excited when i speak about something i like. but here's a snippet that is far more enjoyable than my ramblings--fare thee well lovers!