… and both admitted that they cried on the metro when they read he’d gotten the prize. Not sure why Jenny cried, but mine were classic Old Hippie tears, as much about my youth as about the greatness of Dylan.
First song to start whirling in my mind? For some reason, Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands.
And Don DeLillo? Well, DeLillo’s novel Great Jones Street might have been titled Great Bob Dylan.
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Scottish novelist Irvine Welsh, author of “Trainspotting,” decried it as “an ill-conceived nostalgia award” made for “senile, gibbering hippies.”
YES!!
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The full quote’s great but has a little less to do with me:
… an ill conceived nostalgia award wrenched from the rancid prostates of senile, gibbering hippies.
Might have been fairer if Welsh had said:
… an ill conceived nostalgia award dragged from the wrinkled dugs and wrenched from the rancid prostates of senile, gibbering hippies.
October 13th, 2016 at 9:37AM
I’m a big fan of the earlier music but never bought that the lyrics are poetry on the page, what says the expert?
October 13th, 2016 at 9:52AM
dmf: Some of the songs – a surprising number – are indeed poetry on the page. Start with Tom Thumb’s Blues.
October 13th, 2016 at 1:42PM
he’s nowhere near the first poet to be accused of not writing poetry.
October 13th, 2016 at 9:47PM
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/14/opinion/bob-dylan-master-of-change.html