October 16th, 2016

Dylan and me Old Diary Entry

Last night after I bought the new Bob Dylan CD I was digging around my memory trying to remember when I first got into the music of Bob Dylan? It must have been when I was in the 12 grade High School which was around 1969. I remember friends who played guitar singing Dylan songs. I never had a record player till I got married so I did not have Dylan records in High School. I would listen to his music on the radio or at other people's houses. When I was in High School I lived in Richmond Calif. which is located in the San Francisco Bay Area. Around this time America was in the Vietnam conflict. I was totally against the war and was involved in the anti-war movement on a very small scale. I marched against the Vietnam war and attended huge ant--war rallies. The songs of Bob Dylan were always in the air in those dark days. Songs like 'The Times They Are A-Changin' and 'Maggie's Farm.'

I have personally always been drawn to Dylan's love songs. I do not think Dylan has been real political over the years. So when I was in High School I remember Dylan's protest songs and love songs. One of my favorite records in High School was Dylan's 'Highway 61 Revisited' and 'The Times They Are A-Changin.'

In 1970 I was saved by the Lord and was not into music most of the 70's and 80's. In the 70's I never had a real home or money. I can not remember what kind of music I listened to in the 70's? In the late 70's I think I got married? Right now my memory is failing me. I get lost in time and can not remember where I was at. I need a time line in front of me to refresh my memory. Ok I have been married 22 (37years) years so I was in California how many years ago? What year did I leave Calif.? I must have left Calif. around 1978? 1977? Before I left Calif. back in the early 70's I had a girlfriend named Sandy. I recall she had a nice stereo system and one of the records I bought was 'Hard Rain [Live]' 1976. I remember Sandy and I going to see Dylan's four hour movie 'Renaldo and Clara' 1978 in San Franicisco/the movie is based on the Bob Dylan's Rolling Thunder Tour [ I got real stoned before the movie]. (I sure like to see that movie again! I do not think it is on video?).

I left Calif. I think the end of the summer of 78 and got married May 1979. One of the records I bought in the early days of our marriage was Dylan's 'Blood On The Tracks.' I forgot to mention I did have with me crossing the country back in 1978 a cassette tape of Dylan's record 'Blonde On Blonde'.

Then Dylan entered his Christian stage and I bought his religious records 'Slow Train Coming' 1979, 'Saved' 1980 and 'Shot of Love' 1981. I do not remember my reaction to the news of Dylan becoming a Christian?

While being a student at Reformed Bible College we went and saw Dylan in concert. I wanted to hear Dylan's old songs but he mainly sang his new Christian songs. The people booed him if I remember. But he did sing the old songs in the concert.

After college we moved to Mississippi where I attended Reformed Theological Seminary [1982-1986]. It was while in seminary Dylan's box set came out BOB DYLAN BIOGRAPH a wondeful collection of the music by Dylan! (I should get this set on CD all I have are three cassette tapes). In 1983 out came Dylan's record 'Infidels' which I think told me Dylan had left Christianity. Next record I have on cassette was 'Empire Burlesque' 1985, and then in 1986 'Knocked Out Loaded.' I never really got into these 80's records by Dylan. I always liked his earlier recordings. I have next a cassette that came out in 1989 'Oh Mercy' which I rarely listen to and then came 'Under A Red Sky.' I think I stopped buying music by Dylan till his record 'Time Out Of Mind' came out in 1997.

After seminary we moved to Texas where I saw Dylan in concert, that must have been 12 or 13 years ago [Texas 1986-1991]. It was while we were living in Texas that I got into listening to music once again. I started listening to a community radio station that played all kinds of music like punk, country, new age, pop etc. . . I also would listen to the Rice University radio station-college radio.

I have always found Dylan an interesting man and a great American poet.

Well, this is my Bob Dylan rap. One of my favorite cassette tapes is Joan Baez covering the songs of Dylan-'Joan Baez-Any Day Now (Songs of Bob Dylan)' 1985,1987. I will close to rest my pounding brain-I am now listening to Dylan's CD 'Time Out Of Mind' Oh I should mention that my favorite record by Bob Dylan is "Highway 61 Revisited" this record I want played at my funeral especially the song 'Desolation Row'

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

My Bob Dylan Collection



"Chronicles Volume One" Memoir by Bob Dylan

"Positively 4th Street: The Lives And Times of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Mimi Baez Farina & Richard Farina" biography by David Hajdu

"Dylan's Visions Of Sin" Criticism & Interpretation by Christopher Ricks
http://www.cbc.ca/radio/writersandcompany/christopher-ricks-on-why-bob-dylan-is-the-greatest-living-user-of-the-english-language-1.3803292

"Prophecy in the Christian Era: A study of Bob Dylan's work from 1961 to 1967 emphasizing his use of enigma to teach ethics, and comparing him to Dante Alighieri and other poets" by Jenny Ledeen December 1995 Peaceberry Press of Webster Groves

"Tarantula" poems by Bob Dylan

"Bob Dylan: Lyrics 1962-1985" Bob Dylan Includes all of Writings and Drawings Plus 120 new writings

"Drawn Blank" drawings by Bob Dylan

"The Bob Dylan Scrapbook 1956-1966" Contains Rare Photographs, Handwritten Lyrics, And Audio CD, And More/Companion Volume To No Direction Home: Bob Dylan A Martin Scorsese Picture

"Biograph" 3 Cassette Deluxe Edition Box set Bob Dylan 1985

"Bob Dylan: A Retrospective" Edited by Craig McGregor

"Bob Dylan By Greil Marcus: Writings 1968-2010" Greil Marcus

"The Weird Old America: The World Of Bob Dylan's Basement Tapes" by Greil Marcus

"A Simple Twist Of Fate: Bob Dylan And The Making Of Blood On The Tracks" by Andy Gill & Kevin Odegard

"Bob Dylan In America" Cultural History by Sean Wilentz

"Dylan: A Biography" by Bob Spitz

"Bob Dylan: The Essential Interviews" Edited By Jonathan Cott Rolling Stone magazine

Bob Dylan - Talkin' John Birch Society Blues

Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

Well, I was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue
I didn’t know what in the world I wus gonna do
Them Communists they wus comin’ around
They wus in the air
They wus on the ground
They wouldn’t gimme no peace . . .

So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society
I got me a secret membership card
And started off a-walkin’ down the road
Yee-hoo, I’m a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!

Now we all agree with Hitler’s views
Although he killed six million Jews
It don’t matter too much that he was a Fascist
At least you can’t say he was a Communist!
That’s to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria

Well, I wus lookin’ everywhere for them gol-darned Reds
I got up in the mornin’ ’n’ looked under my bed
Looked in the sink, behind the door
Looked in the glove compartment of my car
Couldn’t find ’em . . .

I wus lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere
I wus lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair
I looked way up my chimney hole
I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl
They got away . . .

Well, I wus sittin’ home alone an’ started to sweat
Figured they wus in my T.V. set
Peeked behind the picture frame
Got a shock from my feet, hittin’ right up in the brain
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did . . . them hard-core ones

Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol’ Betsy Ross . . .

Well, I investigated all the books in the library
Ninety percent of ’em gotta be burned away
I investigated all the people that I knowed
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go
The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me

Now Eisenhower, he’s a Russian spy
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy
To my knowledge there’s just one man
That’s really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus

Well, I fin’ly started thinkin’ straight
When I run outa things to investigate
Couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else
So now I’m sittin’ home investigatin’ myself!
Hope I don’t find out anything . . . hmm, great God!

Copyright © 1970 by Special Rider Music; renewed 1998 by Special Rider Music
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative

the re-creation of all things

It is in the Death Flow 6:19 PM Sunday night. Outside it is raining and fog is beginning to grow thick as mustard gas.

I have had a normal day as a old middle class white guy. I got up around 6:30 AM to find a pile of dog shit by our bedroom door. So I clean up dog shit before making coffee. I wonder how we are going to make coffee or oatmeal when they destroy our present kitchen in the process of building a new middle class white kitchen?

After making coffee I messed with our main computer. When Carol got up I made us oatmeal for breakfast. After breakfast Carol read the Sunday morning newspapers and I read for awhile from a book titled, "The Day The Revolution Began: Reconsidering the Meaning of Jesus's Crucifixion" by N.T. Wright.

A review of the book, "The Day The Revolution Began" by N.T. Wright
https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/book-reviews-the-day-the-revolution-began

Carol went to Covenant PCA this morning to worship. I made a video for my BookTube while Carol was gone.

During the afternoon hours I basically wandered my cell and wrote in my paper diary. I watched some professional football and messed with our main computer. Existence keeps flowing into a dead end street.

Carol once again left for Covenant PCA to worship this evening. I am tired and do not know what will come next for me.

I have to call my dentist tomorrow morning to have a crown replaced. Yesterday as I was eating some food a crown came free and now I need it glued back on. I do not like appointments especially dentist appointments.

I will close to wander. Tomorrow will soon be sucking my blood.
  • Current Music
    Trap Them 'Crown Feral'