I say Lou. And I will clarify, but not yet - what say you?
― toby taylor, Friday, 30 September 2005 20:21 (twenty-one years ago)
..
..i crack myself up
― mookiĆ© wilson (mookie wilson), Friday, 30 September 2005 20:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Friday, 30 September 2005 20:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― cake (cake), Friday, 30 September 2005 20:33 (twenty-one years ago)
Anyway, please don't focus on the 'supreme poet of NYC' thang too literally...
Did they even like each other's material? Wasn't "I Can't Stand It" a sly dig at Dylan's lyrical schtick? Lou apparently considered Bob to be the kind of person 'you'd ask to shut up at a party'.
― toby taylor, Friday, 30 September 2005 20:33 (twenty-one years ago)
― toby taylor, Friday, 30 September 2005 20:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 30 September 2005 20:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― toby taylor, Friday, 30 September 2005 20:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 30 September 2005 20:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― toby taylor, Friday, 30 September 2005 20:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― the pinefox, Friday, 30 September 2005 20:45 (twenty-one years ago)
Ya ever heard Lou's version of "Foot of Pride" from the mostly terrible Dylan 30th Anniversary Concert? Figures he'd pick a tune from the regrettable years, of course (and an unreleased one to boot). Clever dick, that Lou Reed.
― A|ex P@reene (Pareene), Friday, 30 September 2005 20:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― the pinefox, Friday, 30 September 2005 20:50 (twenty-one years ago)
Maybe Joey Ramone.
― M@tt He1geson (Matt Helgeson), Friday, 30 September 2005 20:56 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― M@tt He1geson (Matt Helgeson), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:05 (twenty-one years ago)
Maybe someone could hook Green up with a "BEYOND THE GRAVE" guest verse from Chris W for his next album?
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matos-Webster Dictionary (M Matos), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 30 September 2005 21:46 (twenty-one years ago)
― Marcus Barr (Marcus Barr), Friday, 30 September 2005 23:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― joseph cotten (joseph cotten), Friday, 30 September 2005 23:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― jim wentworth (wench), Friday, 30 September 2005 23:47 (twenty-one years ago)
― DJMonsterMo, Saturday, 1 October 2005 00:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matos-Webster Dictionary (M Matos), Saturday, 1 October 2005 00:43 (twenty-one years ago)
http://www.historyplace.com/specials/calendar/docs-pix/march-wash.jpg
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Saturday, 1 October 2005 00:49 (twenty-one years ago)
― mookiĆ© wilson (mookie wilson), Saturday, 1 October 2005 01:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Bimble The Nimble, Jumped Over A Thimble! (Bimble...), Saturday, 1 October 2005 03:27 (twenty-one years ago)
ive been reading a lot of delmore schwartz recently, In Dreams Begin Responsibilities is very very good. are the poems good too?
― JD from CDepot, Saturday, 1 October 2005 03:30 (twenty-one years ago)
(Speaking of Lou, I saw him do some songs at one of the many Katrina benefits, in Central Park on Wednesday. He was great -- had Laurie playing violin, sawing away Cale-style. The last song was a drawn-out "Jesus" with a big brawly thumping coda. Classic.)
― gypsy mothra (gypsy mothra), Saturday, 1 October 2005 03:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― toby taylor, Saturday, 1 October 2005 12:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― the pinefox, Saturday, 1 October 2005 14:42 (twenty-one years ago)
"Joyce had Dublin. Faulkner had the South. I've got New York."
― shookout (shookout), Saturday, 1 October 2005 14:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Mitch Mitchell (mitya), Sunday, 2 October 2005 20:07 (twenty-one years ago)
But, yawn.
― simian (dymaxia), Sunday, 2 October 2005 20:45 (twenty-one years ago)
BUT LOU OVER BOB ANY DAY.
― fgdfgd, Monday, 3 October 2005 20:30 (twenty-one years ago)
And rocked/droned a hundred times harder than mr dylan.
― SDFSDFSD, Monday, 3 October 2005 20:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― k/l (Ken L), Monday, 3 October 2005 20:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― thisisnotarealemailaddress, Monday, 3 October 2005 20:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Tuesday, 4 October 2005 01:53 (twenty-one years ago)
'Twas Nico. Till Nico said, "I can no longer sleep with Jews". That shut Lou up.
― Dadaismus (Dada), Tuesday, 4 October 2005 08:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― jim (jim5et), Tuesday, 4 October 2005 09:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Tuesday, 4 October 2005 09:12 (twenty-one years ago)
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next doorHe'll tell you tales of horrorthen he'll play with your mindif you haven't heard of himyou must be deaf or blind
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you about Usherwhose house burned in his mindhis love for his dear sisterher death would drive him wildThe murder of a strangerthe murder of a friendthe callings from the pits of hellthat never seem to end
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next doorThese are the stories of Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next door
The diabolic image of the city and the seathe chaos and the carnage that reside deep within meDecapitations, poisonings, hellish not a boreyou won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door
Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next door
No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women herea mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have hereTruth, fried orangutans flutter to the stageleave your expectations homeAnd listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
We give you the soliloquy the raven at the doorflaming pits the moving walls no equilibriumNo ballast, no bombastthe unvarnished truth we've gotmind swoons guiltycooking ravings in a pot
Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next doorEdgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next door
Tell-tale heart a rotting caska valley of unresta conqueror worm devouring soulskeep the best for lastRings for Annie Leeas Poe's buried aliveregretting his beloved's death inall her many guises
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the, not exactly the boy next doorEdgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next doorThese are the stories of Edgar Allan Poenot exactly the boy next doorEdgar Allan Poe
This is up there with the Cranberries' "I Shot John Lennon". I challenge you to find any Dylan lyrics this dire.
― jz, Tuesday, 4 October 2005 09:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Tuesday, 4 October 2005 09:39 (twenty-one years ago)