Expecting Rain

The David Dalton interview on ER front page says he did.

He had histoplasmosis.
http://www.edlis.org/twice/threads/dyla ... pdate.html

A condition which causes rabid critical reappraisal in the media duct.

Yes, and just think how lucky he was to be critically reappraised instead of, you know, dead.

No, he didn't... but that would explain his inability to find a correct rhythm or vocal note since then.

Alltogether now:

"duh duh derr....something something parking lot"

bennyboy, go play with your gland

What the bejesus are you whittering on about nellie? Has listening to all that flute on those '78 bootlegs finally melted your brain?

So, to recap: no heart attack, pretty serious heart condition brought on my chicken and bat shit stuff, spell in hospital, massive critical wave in response, been surfing the cash flow ever since.

i love flute

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFBLjWDkzJc

Say what? He bought you a soda and tried to molest you in the parking lot? Blimey.

bennyboy, go play with your flute

I didn't check the interview, did Dalton say that or the writer of the article? I mean I just got that guy's book in the mail today, but if he gets the most basic things wrong.....

I bought it a few days ago, haven't read it yet. For New Yorkers, there are a few half-priced copies at Strand .
Anyway, Johanna, I have opened it and actually THERE ARE a few things wrong. Off to work, I have my own presentation on Dylan tomorrow...

I remember reading Dalton's Janis Joplin bio years back, and it was a pretty scandalous affair, even by her legenday standards. So I wasn't quite expecting a focus on plain facts there, but.... oh well, off to the pile of sooner or later to be read Bob books.

Made me recall something he said about Blonde on Blonde that somehow stuck in my mind:

Question:   If you were stranded on a desert island, what CD would take with you (if you could only take one) and why?

David:   If I had to choose just one it would be Blonde on Blonde. But you'd probably give me a little more latitude than that, and, therefore I'd add the Stones Exile on Main Street, for similar reasons to those for Blonde on Blonde--in other words an album that creates a world in miniature, a sort of self-contained planet inhabited by the fantasies that rock projects, and, as with Blonde on Blonde, a species of rock bunker hallucination--the same might also be said of my third choice, Jimi Hendrix's Electric Ladyland. It's not that I play these albums that often. I tend more to perform séances with them. On nights when the moon is dark and little children have forgotten to say their prayers.

Lead on, Bob, into your noirish ghost movie! Blonde on Blonde is an intercortical epic of Beat hipster Tales of Mystery and the Imagination filmed by an androgynous vampire rock star swaddled in fur coats and amphetamines. The recluse who rises from his coffin in the crypt of his house on Bleecker Street accompanied by dwarves and monkeys, gypsies, and thieves. The songs begin in the middle of some already-existing psycho-turbulent scene. Inspired automatic writing--haunted dioramas of the lower depths, drugs, doom, desire, fetishism, mysticism, claustrophobia, exile. His phantasmagoric vision of America like the delirious memories of a deranged Captain Ahab. The cross-country travels of two years before (and the radio geography of his childhood) have become a hallucinatory, panoramic portrait of America. The USA as a mythical place--the road maps of the Beats taken into the black heart of the continent. Images almost telepathically transmitted from some shadowy zone of Dylan's head. As if while listening to the song these thoughts spontaneously occur to Dylan and you. "If the songs are dreamed, it's like my voice is coming out of their dream." Henceforth journeys would be interior explorations--thus the need of drugs to bring out the new hidden reality.
From http://rockcriticsarchives.com/intervie ... alton.html

Well, Janis, who I knew peripherally, although I was already a little bit long in the tooth for her tastes to be one of her "young men," led a pretty scandalous life, although her family has been fairly successful in bowdlerizing her history. Compared to Peggy Caserta's tell-all "Going Down with Janis," Dalton's book is mild.

Dalton wrote a great book about James Dean, The Mutant King. I always remember the point where he gets to the last day of Dean's life, and writes something like 'we go through every moment, as though by doing so we somehow reverse the inevitable'. Dylan, like Elvis, was obsessed with Dean. The basement in Hibbing was plastered with Dean photos, and he arranged a private viewing at the (former) Dean museum, in Fairmount, Indiana.

^
and let's not forget about Freewheelin'.

facts are shit

If I'd wanted to read a novel, I'd have bought a novel.

Give some of the Mills & Boon series a go, Johanna - after what you've been through with ModBob, they represent a harder-edged, more 'street' version of love, but I think you're old enough to cope.

http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&cp ... 0QWpvs3jDg

Thanks Ben, but - no kidding - I have ten Bob books piling up waiting to be read, with more coming in shortly.... and then the tour.

Good to see you're cutting down.

the real story of the world is way weirder than any fiction i've ever read (even sci fi fantasy wacky out there shit)