dispatch from crab island

Thursday, sep. 28, 2006   |   0 comments

I don’t get the Bob Dylan, Neil Young, or Bruce Springsteen thing at all. They’re essentially the same person, right? And that person is some dented, ass-cracked guy who wandered in off the street and whined rhythmically into a mic for seven thousand hours. And then somehow convinced every musician in the world that what they were hearing was genius. And then instructed these musicians to get hold of Evany Thomas and tell her all about how wrong she is about the Bob, the Bruce, and the Neil. These things happen!

(Perhaps I should also mention that my favorite song, the ideal to which I hold all music, is Cruisin’ by Lewis and Paltrow.)