I was going to click on the link for the full article, but the “clever by half” writing style is a turn off. Tiresome. Maybe next time.
Minnesota People’s Radio did a show about his early years when he attended the U of Mn. Interviewed a woman who dated him.
She said he never bathed and his teeth were so yellow she never kissed him. Said he was only interested in her father’s record collection.
I think Dylan wrote the best response to “post-presidency” Obama in 1965:
Like a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you ?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you’d better take your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
I wonder if Obama understands this Dylan line...
“But even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked”
Your ‘butt’ is really hanging out on this one.
You must pick up one or the other Though neither of them are to be what they claim.
-Bob Dylan
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
There was a reason he sang that at Newport
Same as the reason he came back with It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue. You can change the instruments and the style, but the message was the same.