why dave bergman is neat

before coming over here, i picked up the new scorsese dylan documentary. when it aired on PBS, i only caught a few minutes of it and wanted to see the whole thing. i started watching it with my brother and the wiffle the other day, and i think i was most of the way through part 1, and that's as far as i've gotten so far. it's really good so far, and if there's one thing i've learned, it is that allen ginsberg really was WEIRD. there's some interesting stuff on how driven dylan was to get heard and become famous (to the point of fabricating his past at times), and there is some awesome live footage of 60s performances, including the 1966 breakout show in newcastle, which got him dubbed a judas and a traitor by those not quite ready to trade in their folk for rock 'n roll. there is also some really cool footage of odetta, whose voice will knock your socks off; in my bro's opinion, she had the best voice of all the performers in the part of the documentary we watched.

and speaking of dylan, the wiffle and i just had 'blonde on blonde' on while playing cribbage. it doesn't matter how many times i listen to that album--i still think it is great, except that i still don't understand how 'rainy day women #12 and 35' fits in with the rest of the album. but it is my opinion that that album and 'highway 61 revisited' are the two peaks of his genius, lyrically and musically.

and speaking of listening to an album lots and lots of times and 'highway 61', on the plane ride over here one of the airplane radio stations was playing 'highway 61' and the beatles' 'rubber soul' in turn throughout the plane ride. i listened for a long time.