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I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form

by anna at 07:32 PM on September 27, 2004

I strolled into Barnes and Noble today intent on buying a book. I'm not averse to shelling out serious money for a newly released hardcover if it's something I'm interested in. To me a decent book is really your best bang for the entertainment buck.

I ask about my hero Bob Dylan's memoir Chronicles. It's not due out till 10/12 but they are running excerpts in Newsweek. The excerpts would ruin it for me so I will just bide my time and be there 10/12 when B&N opens.

I have read a review though. The so-called Poet Laureate of the spaced-out hippy generation hated hippies and druggies. When he was living in Woodstock, NY with his wife and kids, they would make the trek to his house and climb around on his roof. They'd try to make friends with him. He was so terrified of these gentle-souled stalkers that he started stocking up on weaponry to shoot them with.

Dylan rarely granted interviews and doesn't to this day. He prefers to remain an enigma, which is part of the reason I identify with him so. But when he did do a sitdown, the topic would always be the Deep Meaning of his lyrics. He'd always insist that he was just looking for words that rhymed and fit the meter, like most songwriters do. I love that even if it isn't true. It's just such a cool thing to say.

Hopefully it won't seem immodest but there have been times when I've read comments to my posts here and kind of felt the same way. Usually my posts are just some shit I threw together while drunk, often to disastrous results. Yet every so often someone will read some cosmic significance into my besotted rambling.

The following exchange once took place on The Tonight Show:
Johnny Carson: You've been a remarkably prolific songwriter in your brief career. What's your secret? Do you try to write the lyrics to a song one day and the music the next or what?
Jimi Hendrix: Man, I just try to get up everyday.
Audience: Raucous laughter.

Then one day he didn't. In a matter of months, neither did Jim Morrison or Janis Joplin. Interestingly it is widely thought that Morrison drank himself to death. After 1967 or so he eschewed illegal drugs, claiming they made him paranoid. He also pulled out his dick and started jerking off onstage in Miami. Hippy-dippy, my ass.

I think it's a common misconception to try and attribute certain characteristics to a person based on their art. Almost invariably those perceptions are flawed. Dylan, for instance, was hardly the peacenik troubadour as his early work might suggest. As soon as he could he junked the acoustic folk music scene and appeared onstage with The Band at the Newport Music Festival in 1966. The band, acompanied by legendary organist Al Cooper, raced through a little ditty called Like a Rolling Stone. Diehard folkies in attendance booed them unmercifully. Traitors!!! Sellouts!!!

comments (6)

Damn, this is one I was actually proud of. Yet no comments. Bah.

by anna at September 28, 2004 6:15 PM

Ain't that always the way?

The best thing about good art (and by art I mean literature, film, art, etc) is that it will say different things to different people. Having written (bad) poetry and (okay) prose, I can say that what I write comes out of some dark place I don't understand or see nessecarily conciously see in my self. I may not have any idea about what I write means, because to me it is just life (or my impression of someone elses life). And if it the emotion of what I write is true, then people can relate to that thing, even if the events of their life have brought about that feeling in a completly different way than it has in me. Or that all could be total namby-pamby garbage.

by mg at September 29, 2004 9:34 PM

No I think I agree. I do know that there is an inverse relationship between the number of drafts (of a post) and number of comments. Working without a net seems to work best. Unless you flub the links.

by anna at September 30, 2004 7:49 AM

This is a good post, Anna. Try not to worry. At Metafilter, they've noticed that some posts are really good, but don't lend themselves to commenting. And that doesn't make them any less good. :)

I've noticed that the off-the-cuff posts seem to get the most comments here, which dooms me... I've spent too many years writing for my pay, and off-the-cuff don't work at the office! (Very well, anyways)

by jean at October 1, 2004 3:57 PM

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by Disco Jew at September 27, 2005 9:26 PM

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by Happy Customer at September 27, 2005 9:28 PM

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