The Academy says Dylan told them that “he wishes he could receive the prize personally, but other commitments make it unfortunately impossible.”It doesn't say what his other plans are. His website shows his last scheduled concert on November 23d. Bob has been doing his "Never Ending" tour since 1988, but, Meade tells me, he takes a break every year at Thanksgiving, and that begins the time he spends with his family. It's not that he takes only December off, though. The tour doesn't get going again until March or April.
So perhaps Bob Dylan puts so high a value on family time that it's a commitment that has absolute top priority and not even the Nobel Prize ceremony can trump it.
For Halloween give her a trumpet/And for Christmas, buy her a drum...
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I love it. I presume he has his priorities straight.
"Yeah, just FedEx it to me, OK? You pay the shipping, right? No CODs."
Ok, not a concert. So what is the commitment that can't be broken or rescheduled? Shopping at Home Depot? The Army-Navy game? Trip to Duluth?
Maybe the prize-givers should go to the recipients, but I guess that would mean they are less important people than the people to whom they deign to give a prize.
Sketchy Guy Who Works at the Adult Bookstore says:
It's not like I haven't seen celebrities in the store, but this one was kinda special for me. He came in wearing sunglasses and a white hat with a feather in the band, and I recognized him instantly: Bob Dylan...
I have a special affection for The Man's music over the years: when I was in prison his song "I Shall Be Released" gave me strength and patience when I sorely needed it...
Just to be clear: "by using the word "sorely" I am NOT making an oblique reference to prison ass-rape. I know how some people think when a conversation turns to prison. You get out of prison, people want to know if you got forcibly fucked in the ass, that's how it goes, and no, I'm not telling you, I don't know you that well...
So Bob comes to the counter and asks where there are films of "old sex." I tell him to check out the "Grannies Fucking" aisle -- which is next to the "Trannies Fucking" aisle: we call that part of the store "Grannies and Trannies", and there IS overlap...
Anyway, Bob says, "No, that's not what I meant. I mean sex from the old days. Sex from the Sixties and Seventies. NYC, if you have it..."
"Gotcha," I say. "That would be in the "Retro" aisle. You looking for something in particular?"
"I'm lookin' for someONE in particular," he drawls, with a slight crease of a smile.
"We have a lot of the old stars. Annette Haven, Georgia Spelvin, Annie Sprinkle, Marilyn Chambers, of course..."
Bob shook his head slightly, then walked back to the aisle...
What can I say? My head was filled with snippets of Dylan songs and lines, and with these came questions -- questions I now had the opportunity to ask, but knew this what not the time and place, even if it would be the only time and place I would ever get to ask him...
Bob returned to the counter, empty-handed.
"Couldn't find who you were looking for?" I asked.
"I look for her everywhere, but I know I'll never find her. But I gotta keep lookin', you know?"
I nodded, thinking I got it: maybe I did, maybe I didn't -- that seems to me to be how I 'get' Dylan in the first place...
Dylan gave a small wave as he left for the door, but before he left he turned, grinning, and added: "She once tied my shoes..."
I am Laslo.
I don't think Dylan is making any kind of statement. He's shy and doesn't seem to enjoy being at these events.
I do think he likes getting them though. After he won his Oscar (for which he didn't show up - his performance and acceptance were transmitted by satellite from Australia), he had it on his piano while giving concerts for awhile.
He's probably gotten more prominent, non military awards than other living person. Among the many are: Academy Award, Nobel Prize, Grammy, Pulitzer Prize, Presidential Medal of Freedom, French Legion of Honour and multiple halls of fames.
He has to re-arrange his sock drawer.
His guilt at "winning" the Nobel Prize for Literature has overwhelmed him...shades of Wayne and Garth salaaming and cooing "We are not worthy"...
He doesn't need the money. Why should he take the gig? They're a bunch of Commie foreign assholes. Who died and left them in charge?
"We look forward to Bob Dylan's Nobel Lecture, which he must give – it is the only requirement – within six months counting from December 10, 2016." -- The Nobel Academy.
So, no lecture, no Nobel?
http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-38003818
The Nobel carries a monetary award of 8,000,000 Swedish Kronor, by my internet-aided calculations about $868,249.01, along with a nice medal and a nice citation. One must give a Nobel lecture within six months of the awarding of the Nobel Prize at some unspecified place, of some unspecified length, to obtain the money, medal and diploma.
I await with great anticipation (well, none, really) the Althouse blog post in several months if Dylan fulfills his obligations for the award and claims his prize, and even more anticipation (because it would be more fun to read her reaction) should he fail to do so, and loses what would be a significant honorarium for a short talk.
Bob, if they allow stand-ins to accept the award, like the Native American woman who got Brando's Oscar, I'm available at short notice, for a relatively small percentage of the loot.
Anyone care to listen to Obama's Nobel lecture and tally up the personal pronouns... anyone?
...the Native American woman who got Brando's Oscar...
Name's Marie Louise Cruz, that Sacheen Littlefeather crap was just that, whole cloth crap. One must admit she's been clever — there's no parlay to be made from French, German, and Dutch ancestry. Unfortunately her niche in the Hall of Shame is assured, being one of the first exhibits in the Political Correctness wing.
The Presidential Medal of Freedom this year is in the shape of a diaper pin, Gold, of course. Obmama is giving one to any Lefty that has been denied one in the past.
"Has to rearrange his sock drawer."
Ha. Nothing in Dylan's life became him like wining the Nobel Prize.
"Has to rearrange his sock drawer."
Ha. Nothing in Dylan's life became him like wining the Nobel Prize.
Never expected him to show up at the ceremonies. It's just not a Dylan "thing."
The Nobel Committee should announce that they never meant to inconvenience the great man, and that they are accordingly rescinding the award.
After being snubbed by Sartre , French literature was ignored by the committee. Roth wont like that.
Maybe , it was mistake after all to give him the Prize
In keeping with the tradition of fair Satcheem, I shall call myself Bruce and affect an Australian accent at the Nobel lecture. And discuss the effect of barbecued shrimp on music lyrics.
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