While Blanchard and Epp engage in a love fest over the both amazingly entertaining and gratuitously vulgar "Deadwood," Chad the Clean Cut Kid and I will cross our partisan divide over Bob Dylan. While I reject the notion that Dylan is a poet (he's a song writer; for further reading on the concept I suggest Ira Gershwin's Lyrics on Several Occasions) Dylan is a lyrical master who, despite some artistic misjudgments (Dylan and the Dead?) has consistently made great music for 40 years. A colleague and I happen to be discussing Dylan yesterday, and we both agreed that early 70s Dyaln is our favorite (doesn't get any better than Blood on the Tracks), although 1989s Oh Mercy is a great album, too, as is his best acoustic album, The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan from 1963. Dylan made the mistake at times of being pretentious (which is one of the problems with the "poet" label), but he is a master. How about some lyrics from Blood on the Tracks:
I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow.
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin's not right it's wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
Dragon clouds so high above
I've only known careless love,
It's always hit me from below.
This time around it's more correct
Right on target, so direct,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
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