So last thursday I stumbled upon something rather lovely—after some much needed one on one with the girl with curls, some munching on sushi and shrimpy stuff—we wondered into that lovely store of books/magazines/dvds/music and every other crap you need (including a freakish notebook that cost about 30 bucks, which seriously made me doubt some people’s sanity). i fell in love instantly with the time cover of assange—my recent fascination and possibly the last remaining unique spirit and certainly the other exciting persona of my day and age—but soon I got sidetracked from my supposed future of politics to my actual love of life. there he was a 20 some year old dylan with “baby fat” and two piercing “robin’s eggs” staring right at me I pretended to be not willing to pay so much to read about a man whom I already know too well (hypothetically, at least) but my coolness lasted less than 5 seconds. grabbed that magazine like a mad person and paid within two seconds.
then we strolled down for some coffee with my lovely companion and spent some more time together. i soon parted for the bus stop. then swallowed down a few pages while waiting for the bus to take off—intentionally avoiding the dylan piece until my best of terms were prepared—coffee, that is, and good appropriate music. we stared at each other with the picture dylan all the way. he had a snarly yet affectionate attitude. do not ask me how that works—it just does.
not the magazine has this lovely addition—a mixed cd of some great late 50s and early 60s tunes—with the likes of Baez, Van Ronk, John Lee Hooker, Seeger and such—even a poem by ginsberg. dylan’s scene—it aims to recreate the hipster, folksy, inspirational era that shaped dylan in the early days. anywho so i did come home made the coffee and put it on and finally indulged myself in the dylan piece—written by notorious wilentz.
the article’s fun—not entirely groundbreaking, you know, after some time you just kinda guess everything that can be said about dylan being the awkward goofy newcomer blooming into first the poet prophet then the rock star phenomenon. it has a few good comments from izzy young-he writes about the famous folkcenter that he ran back then. he talks about the overexcited dylan and the van ronk godliness.
but the album—now that’s a gem. there is nothing more beautiful than sipping your coffee while joan baez sings heavenly by your side—or looking up instinctively when dave van ronk comes up and your excitement and love is just too obvious to hide that you end up smiling to yourself. or listening to the Clancy Brothers thinking about the sweet liam—and wrapping all that up with a 9 minute ginsberg rant. and there are a few unfamiliar beauties that i am now very happy to be acquainted with—one that i believe is too perfect to not be posted here—or familiar names under unfamiliar tunes—though i have heard and read and loved much about the legendary pete seeger i actually never had listened to we shall overcome.
anywho—it’s been all greenwich over here at my end of the corner for the last two days. even revisited my dylans only to find out how much i missed them—then my van ronk’s—and some others. i feel the dusty basement poetry readings and baskets being passed around while young crazy new fresh flows through the stage under different shapes—i got to think of the old titans of my heard—kerouac, ginsberg, cassady—the road, the vanity, the pathway, the angelness and the hellish crazy—then of the lovely dylan and making peace with his loveliness despite your and his resistance—and towards the newer influences—it’s been a lovely couple of days—
it’s way way past midnight. i should wrap this up. and this is perfect for wrapping ups:
http://www.divshare.com/download/13466720-896
ps: sadly, this is the only way i can put it up. i searched like a maniac ravaged through youtube and various sides but could not find anything else. please do go through the trouble--it will be worth it. such a lovely tune. let it in.
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