Nice. Thanks.
Interesting tidbit
But be wary of today’s rock mags — typically replete with Leftist tripe.
I never found Bob Dylan to be all that great. I guess I just don’t get it.
He may not have released an official studio album, but he had been recording. He had waxed some discs in a studio in Cucamonga, Calif., at the time a wide spot along Rte. 66 in the middle of the San Bernardino Valley's wine country.
The World's Greatest Sinner--Baby Ray & the Ferns (1963)
Dynamo hum bump.
5.56mm
Such horrendous writing. My favorite is “achilleas heal.”
The writer talks like he and Dylan and Zappa are members of a secret club which we can’t enter because we don’t know the code.
That song continues to irritate me to this day and I hope I never have to hear it again.
There is music that is art, and there is music that sells. Very rarely have the two ever found a conjunction in the Venn diagram.
As Hermann Hesse put it, "Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours."
That song is a self-pitying adolescent whine. So lame. Why is it embraced? I can only guess that there are millions who think it represents something authentic, which they are too inarticulate to define and too feckless to pursue, which they sense is absent from their pointless existences. The song fairly begs for parody — as does its author.
Best version of the song is Hendrix’s at Monterey Pop IMO. He forgot the lyrics and skipped a verse but his R&B flavored rhythm guitar totally makes the song.
Couple of questions:
1) What in Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone” crucified the crux of counterculture’s exposed achilleas heal?
(I love that Dylan refused to be a “hippie” and of course later, became a Christian, proof that Dylan really meant what he wrote about and really did want to find the truth, which he found.)
2) What in Zappa’s repertoire seemed so “heaven-sent”? He seemed like kind of a pissed-off guy.
I liked them both but Zappa rules!
Zappa was really out there.
Kind of a second or third tier artist but a first tier weirdo. One son named his children Moon Unit, Dweezil, Ahmet and Diva. Rumor was he ate shit on stage.
Great post...thanks.
He was very critical of the Beatles and I think it was McCartney said something to the effect that they shouldn’t try to be successful?
Who Needs The Peace Corps? - The Mothers of Invention
What’s there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I’ll just DROP OUT
I’ll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley’s floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I’m completely stoned
I’m hippy & I’m trippy
I’m a gypsy on my own
I’ll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I’m really just a phony
But forgive me
‘Cause I’m stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
Hotcha!
First I’ll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the s___ out of me on the street
I will sleep . . .
I will, I will go to a house
That’s, that’s what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there’s a rock & roll band
‘Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won’t care
Achilles heel, not Archilles heal. The first is on the back part of the foot below the ankle. The second is a verb meaning “to become sound or healthy again.”
I miss Frank.
L
Yuck! Horrible writing. Even worse spelling—i.e. Achilles' heel.