wineman wrote: But I agree about the wine. And after all's said and done, we'll probably agree to disagree. Not really...I break people down in the end. Red or white?
It's true that it's stripped down to the Reader's-Digest-condensed-version. No question there. I mean, he's keeping only 4 out of 7 verses for public consumption right now. But gutted? It's still a good musical meal for me. I don't mind if someone leaves out details of a story I've heard a million times as long as the discussion is energetic and fun. And, accordingly, the memories too.
OK, so the new listener doesn't learn about cooking in the great north woods, getting sacked and ending up in NOLA to go fishin' and chase women. Or about going home with a flirting stripper. Instead, they only know about the morning after, which might be any day. The new listener misses the basement scene, the music, the revolution, the slaves and things going down the tubes again like it did up the north woods. They don't get the full pick-yourself-up-kick-yourself-in-the-ass-and-face-reality feeling of inspiration. Instead, they get the singer trying to just go find his lost love.
But, I don't think the average Dylan concert goer is really paying that close attention. Everyone's on their friggin' smart phones texting and calling their friends about being at the show or whatever else. It's an A.D.D. society, my friend. Half of them are trying to talk to one another about something that doesn't matter. I try to tune them all out and attempt to focus.
Anyhow, a long way around the barn to tell you that I think I get what you are saying, Wineman, and I'm OK with it. I suggest that we start off with Burgundy before we hit the harder stuff...I Can't Wait.