Showing posts with label Bob Dylan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bob Dylan. Show all posts

Sunday, January 29, 2017

January 29, 2017



Google sent me Birthday wishes.



Pepsi too, also the blood center.



Bloody Mary time.



I am very tired of the "Snow Date" Mercedes Benz TV ad but I was captured by the music playing in the background:“Make You Feel My Love” by Sleeping At Last.



Here's the full song, Adele also does a fine version. Written by Bob Dylan.



Had Strozzapreti ( "priest-choker" or "priest-strangler") at Baita last night. Wiki explains:

There are several legends to explain the name.

One is that gluttonous priests were so enthralled by the savory pasta that they ate too quickly and choked themselves, sometimes to death. Another explanation involves the "azdora" ("housewife" in the Romagna's dialect), who "chokes" the dough strips to make the strozzapreti: "... in that particular moment you would presume that the azdora would express such a rage (perhaps triggered by the misery and difficulties of her life) to be able to strangle a priest!" Another legend goes that wives would customarily make the pasta for churchmen as partial payment for land rents (In Romagna, the Catholic Church had extensive land properties rented to farmers), and their husbands would be angered enough by the venal priests eating their wives' food to wish the priests would choke as they stuffed their mouths with it. The name surely reflects the diffuse anticlericalism of the people of Romagna and Tuscany.

Another possible explanation is that the pasta resembles a clerical collar, commonly referred to as a "Priest Choker".



Gift cards from above, will have to hit the internet.



1984 DVDs from Amazon. In the 1956 version the character O'Brien( Played by ) is re-named O'Connor, possibly to avoid confusion with Edmund O'Brien.



Tuesday, November 22, 2016

November 22, 2016



Perfect score !



Bought the DVD of Smiley's People. Patrick Stewart as Karla doesn't say a word.



Possible Black Friday purchase: The Bootleg Series Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete. Depends on the final price.

Friday, October 14, 2016

October 14, 2016



My first thought was Chronicles, Volume One was good but that good ? In the midst of all the articles this interview was fascinating.



You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin'
You've got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winnin'
You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you're so hurt, why then don't you show it?
You say you've lost your faith, but that's not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it
I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with?
You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say "how are you?", "good luck", but ya don't mean it
When you know as well as me, you'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it
No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And tho I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don't you understand, its not my problem?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you



Mentioned in the Dylan interview: Billy Lee Riley.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

February 21, 2016



Listen to Me Marlon on Showtime on demand was interesting. Budd Schulberg's 2007 piece in Vanity Fair puts the same perspective in writing.



Happened to be in Staten Island, a pepperoni pie from Nunzio's to go.



Indian Restaurant mixed grill.



When it gets cold the pigeons go indoors. Here, a garage.



Bob Dylan 1964 sounds a lot like Brando. The article is about the recording of the above album.



Just watched Capote to remember Harper Lee.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

February 25, 2015



The extended interview of Bob Dylan in AARP Magazine is a revelation

Thursday, March 28, 2013

March 28, 2013



Came across this on my I-Pod in shuffle mode : Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie by Bob Dylan. A long spoken Poem:

And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown


Sunday, October 17, 2010

October 17, 2010

In today's NYT Crossword: Sunday, October 17, 2010 34D "Dies ___" (hymn)

IRAE used 78 times since November, 1993.



The Missa pro defunctis, the Mass for the dead.

A day of wrath; that day,
it will dissolve the world into glowing ashes,
as attested by David together with the Sibyl.

What trembling will there be,
when the Judge shall come
to examine everything in strict justice.



Book review in today's Newsday. I never realized that their reviews come from elsewhere, in this case: The Washington Post.


Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times

Today's Op-Ed piece by Maureen Dowd titled Playing All the Angles is pretty damn funny.



As people in the financial field say: Past Performance is No Guarantee of Future Results. Let's go Yankees !



Reviewed in the Washington Post.



Very hot on the club circuit according to my son. Yolanda Be Cool is derived from a line in Pulp Fiction - Jules: "Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot."



Watched Godfather III. Some good scenes and Eli Wallach.



Guys could dance.