Thursday, August 7, 2008
last thoughts on bob dylan
it all finally figures itself out. there are those few weeks everyone talks about, when dylan first moves out to new york city, disappears and comes back with the talent of Bob Dylan. it makes no sense to the people closest to him, no one learns that fast. rumor is, he sold his soul to the devil for his talent and fame. the same has been said about robert johnson in the 20's, who also disappeared one night at a mississippi 'crossroads' to get his guitar tuned by 'the devil'. he would come back and become the grandfather of rock 'n roll and a blues legend, but would die at the age of 27, inexplicably, at a similar crossroads in mississippi. he followed through with his deal with the devil. dylan seemed possessed from 1961-1966. it's the only way to describe it. the shy jewish boy from a small catholic town in minnesota legally changes his name and out no where gets a massive addiction to attention, gains unhuman confidence and possesses infallible talent and musical instinct and becomes a legend, not only as a musician but as a symbol. he walked around with an invincible spirit as if he knew what the outcome of his music, his actions, his life would be. writing perfect poetry about the perfect struggles of the time, then getting stoned every minute and rewriting rock 'n roll, putting common ideas of human struggle through nonsensical stream of conscious lyrics that somehow walked the impossible thin line of being completely accessible to everyone. and then the motorcycle accident happened. and he was never the same. not only was he not the same, he became the complete opposite of everything he was during those years. but i get it now. he was supposed to die in that accident. that was the deal he made with the devil. but he backed down. and bob zimmerman would do something like back down at the last second. and that's why he lost all his talent after the accident. he crashed on july 29, 1966, exactly 5 years after he was first broadcasted covering folk songs on the "saturday of folk music" radio program in nyc on july 29, 1961. it also explains why he's had such a struggle with faith after the crash, becoming a born again on and off, on and off. he fears for his death, and what lies ahead for him. i've always said he should have died in that crash. surviving to become what he's become doesn't make any sense. but now i see. phony. devilish talent, hellbound coward.
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