tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531553.post2431919984168516858..comments2023-06-27T01:34:35.359-07:00Comments on Ted Burke LIKE IT OR NOT: humbugTED BURKEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16610296721891201100noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531553.post-80702915675546674002011-12-17T13:08:49.709-08:002011-12-17T13:08:49.709-08:00Reek of smoldering TTY cross talk Mandrill filter?...Reek of smoldering TTY cross talk Mandrill filter? Try Z-Quamk, an elixer that will straighten out the pleats in your shorts.Cookie Mangahttp://gildersleeves.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531553.post-22029210474965624982011-12-17T13:06:45.357-08:002011-12-17T13:06:45.357-08:00His best songs can certainly be regarded as ballad...His best songs can certainly be regarded as ballads and bulletins of a psychic exile, but the success of those songs as art--the song, the movie , the poem, the novel, the play, the painting you can experience, have a cathartic experience and then live within the resonance of the witnessing and continue with life somewhat more complex in perspective than before--had nothing to do with whether Dylan himself was being transformed into the banality he was nominally pushing to the curb.One gives him the license to change, grow , morph into what ever he needs to become as he ages, including becoming a silent visage. The work, though, needs to be compelling and sustain analysis, not elicit apologies for the mediocrity it commands us to gag on.TED BURKEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16610296721891201100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531553.post-52726477967392226402011-12-17T08:14:07.717-08:002011-12-17T08:14:07.717-08:00Well, let’s get the preliminaries over with and sa...Well, let’s get the preliminaries over with and say that Dylan’s Christmas album is something of a chore and a snore to listen to (although “It Must Be Santa” rocks pretty righteously and induces a legitimate rather than an ironic smile), which makes any defense of it qualified at best. But I would assert that the album is something more than a prank or a “vindictive” act aimed at Dylan’s often hard-pressed and highly forgiving admirers – it might better be seen as testimony to a rocky 50-year marriage where both Dylan and his fans have endured acts of mutual cruelty and neglect. Bob the Bard has forced his fans to put up with some truly wretched and slipshod albums as they wait for the good ones, while the fans have constantly expected their hero to be the Voice of His Generation (if not several of them) when he simply felt like being an entertainer. Dylan has said repeatedly that he wants to be a normal family guy who lives in a little house with a white picket fence around it and as absurd or even insane as that sounds I think it’s sincere on some level. Is it really that shocking to conclude that Bobby D. has suffered from massive delusions – aren’t his best songs about that kind of psychic confusion? This being the case, is it hard to believe he wants to be Bing Crosby, loved for who he is as much as for how well he can write or sing, even more than he wanted to be Woody so many years ago? The greatest feat of bamboozlement Bob Dylan has ever achieved is that he FINALLY stands before his audience naked: a rheumy-voiced old coot who retains traces of his extraordinary genius, wanting to be loved the way you love grandpa when he wheezes out holiday tunes around the punch bowl, forgiven for all sins, kissed by the kids and led back up the stairs.Ramblin' Jack Hoffnoreply@blogger.com