Jan 25, 2005 00:47
I spent a good part of the afternoon in Pages, my favourite coffee house on campus, leisurely reading "Authenticity and Surreality: Bob Dylan, the New Left and the Counterculture" my assigned reading for my Art of Politics class. I couldn't help but contemplate how we have no real modern day Dylan equivalent. Throughout Dylan's experimentations with folk, rock and roll, and electric rock, there was one tie that gave him his legendery status. Ask any fan who was grew up to the soundtrack of his lyrics and they will undoubtedly tell you "Whether he liked it or not, Dylan sang for us..."
So now I'm kicking back, winding down for the night and as inspired by the 50 some odd pages of reading on his influence, listening to some Bob Dylan. And for what I realize now is the first time I'm really listening. I must say I was disappointed when tonight my prof spent much of what had the potential to be an awesome lecture about Bob Dylan's search for social and political truth and his affect on sixties culture, talking about anything but. But she did talk about his authenticity and that is what really blows me away about him. Every song, every lyric just strikes me as so real, so honest, sometimes even bordering on being raw and brutally truthful. I think we rarely find that kind of authenticity in music these days. Maybe it's because Dylan knew what he was fighting for, and many artists today can't say the same...
Late night musical musings.
Love it.
Also love soup.
Alcove smells like soup.
Wish I had some right now.
Random I know.
*HAVA*