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My main man, Lance, has been hired by examiner.com to write about the SF Theatre scene.  He said I’d be rich and famous if he published an Artist Profile about me.  How could I say no?

New Bob album being released on 28 April 2009.
Here’s what he says about it:

“I like the mood of those records - the intensity. The sound is uncluttered. There’s power and suspense. The whole vibration feels like it could be coming from inside your mind. It’s alive. It’s right there. Kind of sticks in your head like a toothache”

“I think we milked it all we could on that last record and then some. We squeezed the cow dry. All the Modern Times songs were written and performed in the widest range possible so they had a little bit of everything. These new songs have more of a romantic edge… These songs don’t need to cover the same ground. The songs on Modern Times songs brought my repertoire up to date, and the light was directed in a certain way. You have to have somebody in mind as an audience otherwise there’s no point.”

“I see that my audience now doesn’t particular care what period the songs are from. They feel style and substance in a more visceral way and let it go at that. Images don’t hang anybody up… Like if there’s an astrologer with a criminal record in one of my songs it’s not going to make anybody wonder if the human race is doomed. Images are taken at face value and it kind of freed me up…  if there are shadows and flowers and swampy ledges in a composition, that’s what they are in their essence. There’s no mystification. That’s one way I can explain it… All those things are what they are. Or pieces of what they are. It’s the way you move them around that makes it work.”

Excerpts from Bob Dylan Talks About His New Record with Bill Flanagan

Every time Dylan records an album, it’s like we’ve landed on another planet.  When he released Time Out Of Mind, I was putting candle wax in my hair and kissing the prettiest girls I could get my lips on.  Love and Theft was the third tower that dropped on September 11th.  Modern Times fell into my lap when I’d hit a Self Portrait of my own (”What is this shit?”.)  Let’s hope Together Through Life doesn’t end up being another gift under the Misery Tree.  The signs point to NO.

Last night, I was on BART for 25 minutes of my 27th year.

Django was on and I was playing solitaire thinking, “This game is so lonely.”

Then I pondered how lonely the man must have been who originated the game.
Then I felt fine.