Wednesday, August 31, 2005
No Direction Home
I am balls to the walls excited for Martin Scorses's new film on Bob Dylan, No Direction Home. It apparently contains all kinds of new footage and takes a very fresh and accurate look at the life of a man who is, in my opinion, one of the most fascinating Americans of all time. Casual Dylan fans, moderately large fans (like me) and die-hard, archivist crazies will hopefully all blown away by Scorsese's treatment of their favorite folkie-turned-rocker-turned-underwear-shill. I certainly expect to be.
If you like Dylan, try this occasionally updated blog, which seems to come up with some consistently great material. Also, if you're into Scorsese and/ or the best music of the 1970s (including our friend Mr. Zimmerman) and you haven't seen The Last Waltz, kick yourself, rub your new bruise, and go rent/ buy it immediately. It's awesome. The double album soundtrack has more songs but a shockingly small amount of video footage.
Right. Dylan. Check it.
If you like Dylan, try this occasionally updated blog, which seems to come up with some consistently great material. Also, if you're into Scorsese and/ or the best music of the 1970s (including our friend Mr. Zimmerman) and you haven't seen The Last Waltz, kick yourself, rub your new bruise, and go rent/ buy it immediately. It's awesome. The double album soundtrack has more songs but a shockingly small amount of video footage.
Right. Dylan. Check it.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Pictures of You (Okay, actually mainly of me, but the Cure still rules.)
It wasn't all work at institute. I had some Cali-style fun. I even cried at a Dashboard confessional concert. Witness:
