GLASTONBURYOFTHEMIND

DYLAN AND JACKSON AT THE GATES OF EDEN(DALE) THED EDENDALE IN LOS FELIZ VICINITY - this gaff is the place to be if you want real chat, old Hollywood history and the whole Tom Mix ( a first time on screen cowboy) story. Its there in the black and white on the wall mounted photo display. Silver and mercury embossed originals with autographs and dedications – written by Tom himself – to his horse. You feel the years fall away you are back in the The Tune is The Raconteurs – Steady as She Goes. This was the space in the desert where they first gathered to make the first silents back early 20th century . The heat the light the moving celluloid flickering in front of us. Back when it all meant some and Stroheim and Welles and Ford and Bunuel were incoming. SOUND CLIP Ween doing the Americana Bonzo Dog band thang with Fancy Pants from the album Quebec. Out on da patio Julien Davies of Vinformation Vinsanity (the guy Paul Giammetti plays in Sideways) was giving it the large one on the slightly corked front – whites AND reds - and I was breaking my non drinking duck as Jon Patterson, movie critique supreme, of the Cardy Ann and others, told the tale of the on off Youtubeclip featuring David O Russell shouting Lily Tomlin out on the set of I Heart Huckabees with Dustin Hoffman sloping off sheepishly in the background. Julie with petrol green streaks in her hair was our waitress for the evening. Proving they do still do the service thing with élan, the Yanks. Sound Clip The Kinks Village Green Preservation Society. Andy nearly did himself a mischief break dancing waiting for the taxi but, truss restabilised, hip locked back into place, he dusted himself off with the ease of a man whose better days are still to come. Even though ones behind him have been especially greatawready. What a body of great men were assembled. The Great Alan Jackson, the only British journalist who has interviewed Bob Dylan – TWICE! – in the last 10 years. Its so good to know that Bob dun Alan twice, Bobbores might have been aghast. (Why not me, me , me Bob? They could be heard crying). An attitude that reminds me of a chap corralled recently on a Djing night. This chap had a more than a moment in the annals of Britpop and one of dem there gathered infront of his console was asking for his email address, to exchange playlists with him or some such shit, some such UNASKED for shit. ANNNOUNCEMENT – if this blog falls into that category for you just send back the posting detail with a NO /UNSUBSCRIBE/ FUCK YOURSELF SIDEWAYS reply. Anyway the Djing expopstar chap said he didn’t have an email address which the fan was aghast to hear. Being a polite retiring type the ex popstar didn’t answer to the question “why not?” “because I don’t want emails from people like you”. So it is with Bob, anyone who knows his music will know that its defined by a curiosity for the wider world. Not a curiosity for the navel fluff examining BObbore massive that gather round the fundament of his art like barnacles to a rock. That’s why Bob and Alan liking each other makes complete moral and logical sense. They are linked by a common decency and genuineness many other in their respective trades lack. Tunes weren’t on the the agenda but JD’s grapey greatness proved to be matched with a nose for the arcane actualite and certain subtleties and refinements in the ouevre of Johnny Moped (“stick it in her lug hole/Stick it In her other parts). Stick that in your stickering campaign Mister and Mrs Gore. Todays tune, todays blow it out your ass and stick on yer blog tune is Everyday I Have To Cry Some by Arthur Alexander from the 1993 Lonely Just Like Me album. Keep it country as Alison and Keiran might say…… And the philosophical tract is Bill Hicks Australia from LoveLaughterAndTruth. “I’m Jack The Ripper, no I’m Jack The Ripper, we’re all Jackthefuckingripper”