November 11, 2013
Charles P. Pierce — who "back[s] up to nobody in my respect and love for The Master" — is irked that somebody else is writing about Bob Dylan.
"Songs of his I could not understand in my youth mean more to me now than a lot of Scripture does," but when he reads Elizabeth Wurtzel expressing all manner of reverence for Dylan, Pierce shifts to being one of the many here among us who feel that Dylan is but a joke. "Desolation Row" — for just this one moment — becomes "one of the great stand-up comedy routines." Because nothing's funnier than a heart-attack machine.
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He should be irked. I am irked.
Even Dylan lovers are feeling discontent.
"Desolation Row" — for just this one moment — becomes "one of the great stand-up comedy routines."
Sorry, but Dylan's no better at comedy than he is at singing.
The beauty of Bob is that there's a Bob for everyone.
"Because nothing's funnier than a heart-attack machine."
I don't know. Nailing your scrotum to the pavement is pretty close.
They're selling Tickets to Carrot-Top
They're Painting the Fake Dog Poop Brown
The Comedy Club is Filled with Hecklers
The Circus is in Town
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliott
They Walk into a Bar
While Buddy Hackett Makes Funny Faces
And Banters With Jack Paar
I pity both da fools!
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