listening to blonde on blonde is the equivalent of having gay sex
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Alone (with Blonde on Blonde)
I enjoy sitting around
as my turntable
does its glorious thing
spinning at
33 and a third
rotations per minute
and my soul
(that grubby little fucker
who thinks only of himself)
circles my head
in the precise time
of that metal platter
also,
I’m certain that my heart beats
in 4/4 time
It kinda feels warm
when the tunes are playing
right now
with a fine wooden pipe
and slippers that could comfort
broken glass,
I sit.
legs up on the coffee table
while my dear old pal,
Bob Dylan
moans with his harmonica
adding such bitter heat to my chest
(but I like it, I like it)
his album:
Blonde on Blonde
cranks out such glory
the needle reads
every perfect
pop and scratch
from within the grooves
this
1966 masterpiece
(in all of its mono perfection)
feels like the most
comfortable
cardigan sweater
any man would have the pleasure to wear
Side Three
Side Fucking Three
it fits like a completed puzzle
in my mind
its reminder of all things from my past
while
I look forward to all future spins
I swipe the match
against the rub
and bring flame to the green and purple leaves
exhaling
to
Obviously 5 Believers
the ceiling fan
(that does not
spin at
33 and a third)
blows the musical notes
and
marijuana smoke
all about the room
it’s a fine evening alone
the lights from the stereo
shine like
diamonds from
the street in front of
Café Wha?
and I swear
I can see better
when this album is playing
but now
as my cat
twirls about my ankles
meowing
he remarks that
he too
is loving the sounds
emanating from those tempting speakers
he looks at me from the table
with a look that says:
“nice choice with the tunes, Old Man”
I agree
Wholeheartedly
so now
that the final song
has been sung
and the stylus
is cramming deep against the
Columbia label
I tell the cat
that I must
(unfortunately)
rise
to switch the album
so, I take the vinyl off the platter
and tuck it back into its envelope
(you know, for safe keeping)
and carry it to the great collection
for storage
until next time
until later
until I get that
tasty urge again
to spin the album
full of
integrity and superiority
I crouch among my records
(all saddled up against each other…
alphabetically, of course)
and try to choose a
follow up spin
but
we all know
you cannot do better than
Blonde on Blonde
(you may disagree with me
but you’ll never change my mind)
so I extend to normal size
and
rubbing my eyelids
I hightail it
out of the room
and I stand
in the living room
like a lost monk
smiling
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i am back to my roots wishing i was george harrison circa 1966 so i could experience Blonde on Blonde how he did.
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Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna (Official Audio)
Visions of Johanna
Visions of Johanna
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
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