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Superjerk
I saw Bob Dylan ten years ago and his guitar wasn’t plugged in. But he played it anyway. He picked up his harmonica about halfway through the set and blew one long, sour note with it, then set it back upon his amp for the duration of the evening. I couldn’t believe he was still alive. We had binoculars and took turns watching him. He was so wraithlike. Afterward, my girlfriend and I had sex to *Blonde on Blonde* even though we’re both brunettes and then we smoked lots of cigarettes. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
I do not like this film and think it got all mucked up.
after finally getting a chance to see this, i would like to loudly throw in my lot with those people who loved this film furiously. and i’m not quite sure i understand the people who don’t.
word. the book made a huge impact on me when i was a kid - so seeing it brought to life was amazing.