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The High Heat

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  1. I had a dream last night. Or maybe I've been put on by The Legend of Bob Dylan. Who knows? With Dylan there's no truth in the details, but here they are:

     

    In a small auditorium Bob Dylan was holding concert. The show began early, so I headed inside, only to find myself walking onstage towards Dylan from behind as he opened the show with prayer. I felt fortunate to not have been taken down by security, though none were around. I took my seat in the second row off to the right, taking in an awesome show that blended the troubadour's '70's rocking versions blended with his modern, raspy, worn down vocals. Dylan stood like a beacon, dressed in dazzling black and sporting his cowboy hat, strumming a sleek white and red guitar, all the while backed by young, hard-hitting musicians that were more akin to his former associates, The Band. The songs were either entirely new renditions of Dylan classics or secrets he'd been keeping for a long time. Normally stoic, Dylan stayed up front, keeping tabs on who was paying attention vs. who was simply there. He acknowledged individuals with nods and by warbling lines of verses directly to them. Near the end of the show, Dylan took time to engage the crowd, allowing questions that he never really answered. A man asked Bob if he could buy him a beer. Dylan said, "Sure," picked up a book off a ledge and continued, rasping, "but I don't drink." He leaned over and handed me the book and swirled his hand upwards from me as he strolled back to center stage, encouraging me to pass it around. I held in my hands a beat up dictionary, cover ripped away, pages book-marked or dog-eared, with particular words highlighted throughout. If there was significance in this gesture or these words, that was for us to figure out. I can't even remember the words I took in, as I passed the book back because the music had begun again. Now Dylan was performing a song alien to my ears. It was the best thing I'd ever heard, so good that I knew I'd never hear it that way again. He was fronted now with a gospel quartet, a black family wearing winter coats, mittens, and toboggans, as if they'd been auditioned at a bus stop and escorted to the venue to perform on the spot. Rather than providing simple back-up echoes, they dropped in verses of a gospel song within the walls of a Dylan myth. I awakened soon after, but I'm suspicious that somewhere close-by, there is a musical utopia featuring Bob Dylan, gospel singing, a relentless band, and no limits of time and imagination.

     

    Somehow I don't think it was just dream. Perhaps it was Heaven for my subconscious. I do certainly hope so.

  2. The Twins have done next to nothing this off season.  Build a new stadium because you need it to stay competitive.  Whatever.  They're still small market, but not making any smart choices so far as I can tell.

    Signing Nolasco, Hughes, and Kurt Suzuki, along with keeping Gardenhire, is far more than I expected the Twins to accomplish this offseason. It's difficult for any rebuilding team to sign decent players. You've got a couple of hitting studs that'll be along shortly. When they get to the bigs, that's the time to be aggressive in making additions. Otherwise they'll be the 2000-2010 Orioles, a fourth place team with high-paid players. That won't get you to the playoffs or high end draft picks. You really want one or the other, not the middle.

  3. I live a couple hours from the Outer Banks. It was 64 degrees right now. Fast forward 24 hours and it'll be 16 degrees with strong winds. It'll be mild again by the end of the week. Pneumonia weather season in is full force.

  4. One of the quotes from that Steve Berlin tale reads as follows:

     

     

     

     

     

    So it was a "sketch of an idea." Never been recorded. It was going to "turn into a song." But it wasn't yet a song? It was, what? A riff?

     

    I'm sorry, I don't know Paul Simon personally, and I don't know these guys either, but it sounds pretty thin to me.

     

    Amusingly enough, the Steve Berlin article has him saying they were "pretty high up on the food chain" in 1986 when this was recorded and that Paul Simon was "floundering." Seriously? You could make an argument that fellow living legend Bob Dylan was floundering in the 80s too. And Los Lobos had just had their first major label release in 1984. They had a hit in 1987 with their cover of La Bamba; after Graceland was already out. I must be missing something about this food chain of which he speaks. :lol

     

    Here is Simon's response to their allegations (on Wikipedia, if that's accurate):

    They're not studio musicians. They are an established band who were brought in to help Simon develop songs for an album. Sounds like co-writing to me. Why stiff them on credit when he didn't or couldn't come up with the music on his own?

  5. I know The Autumn Defense is into the throwback scene, but they're taking it a little too far when they send me an email announcing their new MySpace page. What's next, an Autumn Defense green stamps collection?

  6. Since I have super speed I wouldn't have to rush around and fight rush hour traffic to get to the show, which is good because I usually have to drive more than an hour to any concert I attend. And being invisible means I can be onstage with Wilco, most likely air-drumming right beside Glenn - until the blood starts flying, that is!

  7. *supposed to say "the dude needed help" I think I was autocorrected*

     

     

    Martin let Steve McCatty toss a 14 inning (something he allowed often), 207 pitch complete game. Rick Langford threw 22 consecutive completes in 1980. Langford was efficient with his pitches, but was a sinker/slider pitcher. His elbow lasted about as long as Martin's stint in Oakland after that.

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