During the time of the recording of The Basement Tapes, Garth Hudson remembers Richard Manuel listening to this Gospel 45 over and over again.
During the time of the recording of The Basement Tapes, Garth Hudson remembers Richard Manuel listening to this Gospel 45 over and over again.
. . . resides in America, creates his art out of America, helps illuminate America, but he doesn’t make his home in America.
Like David Crockett, Jim Bowie, William B. Travis, among others, he’s only at home, only himself, on the frontier, in places not yet settled, in places yet to be defined.
It’s hard to get your mind around Texas in 1835, a province of Mexico, officially, but really an experiment in political liberty and entrepreneurial skulduggery — a land of limitless corruption, limitless idealism, limitless possibility.
It was, in short, the heart of the American dream, where the only unforgivable sins were timidity and mediocrity. Dylan still sings from the heart of that heart.
Robbie Robertson on the origins of what became known as The Basement Tapes, one of the central documents of our culture.
Settle down with some popcorn, because
. . . reading this delicious adventure is like watching a classic 50s noir movie that was produced with racy pre-code sensibilities. Vivid locations, snappy dialogue. Great characters. Lots of action (ahem… all kinds). An hour and 10 minutes of big time fun.
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A Republican majority in the Senate, which now seems all but certain, will not change anything substantive in terms of national policy. It will simply give Senate Republicans a more prominent platform on which to engage in the sort of meaningless political posturing which is now almost the whole business of the House.
Extremist legislation with no chance of ever passing will make its way to the Senate floor, where it will be killed by Democratic filibusters. Ted Cruz, who is actually a fairly intelligent man, will probably squander the opportunity to critique Obama’s policies through investigative committees in favor of his fatal addiction to cynical and irresponsible demagoguery.
Rand Paul will probably not be allowed to mount a meaningful offensive against Obama’s Constitutional crimes, because most Republicans endorse them.
Progressives might take heart at the idea of the Republican clowns having a brighter spotlight in which to disgrace themselves — but they’d be wrong to do so. Two years of a Senate led by the clownish McConnell and the cynical Cruz will make Obama look good by comparison, and pave the way for the easy Presidential victory of another Democratic spokes-model for the plutocracy like Hillary Clinton.
The prospect of a clownish, impotent Congress and another corporate lapdog in the White House is what keeps the champagne flowing on Wall Street and lets the 1% sleep peacefully at night.
Sure it’s a yarn but it’s a good one
A South Seas island tale with mystery, magic, murder and a hard-boiled guy with a heart. Both new- and old-fashioned, Fonvielle writes well and with style about adventurous characters with spirit (and a spirit with character). This book is fun to read.
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