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Rifled Through Treasure, Busy Friday Afternoons
Just got back from Florida and Panama. Been there most of February. Incredible time. My 2 biggest scores while there were these: The Time of the Assassins : a study of RImbaud by Henry Miller, and this Bob Dylan special issue of Rolling Stone containing all the interviews the magazine every did with Dylan. Tons of gems in this rag. For one, at some point in the late 70s//early 80s when Dylan claimed he was falling out of touch with all the contemporary music that was going on around him (new wave?) he said the only record that got it right was So Alone by Johnny Thunders, which features one of my favorite tunes ‘You Can’t Throw Your Arms Around A Memory’. Check it out if you get a chance. Warm killer of a tune.
There’s also this gem that one of the interviewers (Jonathan Cott) gives Dylan. Highlighted are my favorites
I wanted to read to you 2 Hasidic texts that somehow remind me of your work. The first says that in the service of God, one can learn 3 things from a child and 7 from a thief.
From a child: 1) always to be happy
2) never to sit idle
3) to cry for everything one wants.
From a thief: 1) to work at night
2) if one cannot gain what one wants in one night to try again the next night.
3) to love one’s co-workers just as thieves love each other
4) to be willing to risk one’s life even for a little thing
5) not to attach to much value to things even though one has risked one’s life for them
6) to withstand all kinds of beatings and tortures but to remain what you are
7) to believe that your work is worthwhile and not be willing to change it.
Satellite’s gone up to the sky. // Things like that drive me out of my mind. // I watched it for a little while, I like to watch things on tv. // Satellite of love. // Satellite of love.
If you’re gonna write a song, put the name of a city in it. I mean, if it meant something real to you -a city - then please write that song. Let it be known that place exists because that song is sung. Marty Robbins sang about ‘El Paso’ and El Paso means something to me, but I’ve never been there. I know all about the trains leaving Cheyenne, and I did terrible in school, in geography, ya know? I’ve barely been outside of my own state, but i can name a song for every city that’s been written about. You keep going on and complaining how small America is, how every town is the same, has the same stores, same-looking movie theaters, the same burgers. But I think of every town or city that I can name a song for - I think of every song and America is immense.
And think of all the songs I haven’t discovered yet. And think of all the other countries out there that have their own songs with their little towns in them, towns that meant something to somebody in words I can’t decipher. Maybe melodies I can hum.
John-Vincent Greco on What Is Country, What Is Folk?
THIS IS OUT NOW
I have two short (fiction) stories based around Neutral Milk Hotel songs in the What a Beautiful Face zine. Pretty excited to hold this pup in my hands. Rich’s essay and Megan McIsaac’s photography are particularly good. It was great to pay tribute to my favorite band.
PUNCH DRUNK! This just came out today. I’ve got an essay in here about hearing loss, On Avery Island, and fathers n sons sharing secrets. I can’t wait to read all the other stuff
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