Story Archive September 13, 2006 (Page 1 of 1)

When Dylan says he never wanted to be the voice of his generation I can only laugh. That's part of his publicity plan. Always has been. I mean he is a well-made man now and he could bloody take that little bit of responsability instead of hiding in an obscure corner and acting like a poor busker. Every time I see him in a video/interview these days I dislike him more. There is always this mystery sphinx thing going on, the "it wasn't me, I am just a nobody." And anyways almost everything he has ever done was stolen from someone else. Traditional music with a different voice and clever lyrics which according to him don't mean a thing. Word games. Ramblin' Jack Elliott was the better Dylan but he never made it because of no/bad marketing. That's the way it goes. Strangely enough I like the new Dylan record. Probably it's more complicated than I am able to put into words right now.

Und David Berman ist sowieso der größte Liedermacher unserer Generation. Und besser als Dylan, der natürlich auch seine Momente hat. Weil lakonischer, weil origineller, weil mehr er selbst, weil er sich nicht hinter Masken versteckt, weil er Lebenserfahrung hat und die in Musik umsetzen kann. In Lyrics, die dich umhauen, für die du keine Verbildung brauchst. Beispiele? Aus dem Zusammenhang gerissen und trotzdem gut (mainly taken from here), muss man hören, gelesen delivern sie nur die Hälfte der goods:

So if you don't want me I promise not to linger But before I go I gotta ask you dear about the tan line on your ring finger.

And so the rent became whiskey And then my life became risky

In 1984 I was hospitalized fer approachin perfection

My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors and they help me see that everything in the room right now is a part of me.

On the last day of your life, don't forget to die!

In 27 years I've drunk 50,000 beers.. and they just wash against me like the sea into a pier.

I have not avoided certainty It has always just eluded me

How can I love you if you won't lie down?

Sentimental as a cat's grave Her fucking body broke my mind. And she said "I'm gonna love, the hell out of you"

I remember me

I've got two tickets to a midnight execution. We'll hitchhike our way from Odessa to Houston and when they turn on the chair something's added to the air forever

So you've got no friends and You wander through the night And now you watch the sunrise through a rifle-sight

I asked a painter why the roads are coloured black He said "Steve, it's because people leave and no highway can bring them back"

We're gonna live in Nashville and I'll make a career Out of writing sad songs and getting paid by the tear.

I'd rather live in a trash can than see you happy with another man.

And I wanna be like water if I can cause water doesn't give a damn

How can something so old be so wrong

wie ich es liebe, dass antville sich von der weblog avantgarde nicht in den mainstream bewegt hat, sondern sich in eine abbröckelnde community von ein paar komischen nasen entwickelt hat. man kann eigentlich nur noch raus gehen, rein geht kaum noch. gespannt wieviele in 5 jahren noch hier sein werden. danke für die erfahrung, antvillemacher. das läuft alles ziemlich parallelkongruent zu meinem leben.

Handke Schmandke, der die Gnade der späten Geburt nutzt, um mit 60+ toten Diktatoren vom Balkan nachzurennen, lässt jetzt auch noch einen Empörungsfurz zu Grass fehlgeleiteter Jugend ab. Das hat bestimmt wehgetan im Arsch, den so lange zu unterdrücken. Der kam von ganz weit innen, sozusagen ein Heideggerpups.

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