Strange new respect II: Electric Boogaloo

Don't worry, this isn't going to be a Dylan blog, but I got to see the second half of Martin Scorsese's No Direction Home last night. I don't want to sound like that goofy SNL film sort from a few years back, but MS makes the best films.

All the things I feared would happen with the documentary did not happen. There wasn't any of the "lets talk about drugs" crap. It just isn't important WRT the story through the motorcycle crash.

One of the better parts of the second half was watching Allen Ginsberg continue to make an ass of himself, and seeing again that hatefull bucket of FOD Mario Savio show everyone what a clueless chump he was.

A scene that brought joy to my heart, watching BD piss off the crusty old Communists of The National Emergency Civil Liberties Committee (NECLC) was a great scene.

But lets get to the good stuff. A great off the cuff remark about a desire that Joan Biaz would get over a slight he made towards her in London when he was in his early 20s.

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.

Especially for someone under 25, that is bold faced truth. Joan needs to get over it.

Was it just me, or listening to all the folk singers complain about BD, were you reminded of A Mighty Wind?

If you missed the slam of the French, you missed a chance to have a desire to send a gift subscription to Imprimis to BD. Roughly transcribed...

Reporter: Do you think your older records are better than your new one (1966)?
BD: Who asked that? (pointing to left) Him? (to another reporter) Ask him if he is an American. (waiting for response off mic) He's not? No?
Reporter: No, I am French.
BD: Well, that must explain why you think that way

MS did a real classy job. BD came off as a great individual circled by idiots, wannabees, poseurs, and leaches that wanted to use him for their own uses. BD came off as a class act. I need to get that CD.