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Bob Dylan sat on a stool at the Gaslight, guitar in hand, harmonica around his neck. He'd just released his fourth album, "Another Side of Bob Dylan," and thought playing in one of his favorite places would be a good way to bring the music back to earth after the enormous success of "Freewheelin'," "The Times They Are a-Changing," and the lingering weirdness that came with his break-up with Suze. As he launched into "All I Really Want to Do," he found his stride quickly and took in all the cigarette smoke and booze sweating from the humid walls. He crooned the first chorus with a gentle snarl. August in the Village is hot, man. When he sang that last chorus, he belted out, "All I really want to dooooooooo is baby be friends with you." He laughed when he sang that line, just as he had on the recording, because he'd told Sara Lownds he just wanted to be friends, and then later that night he fucked her in the ass. Of course there's no way that he could have known then that they'd marry, divorce horribly, and he'd put out one of his best received albums soon after, "Blood on the Tracks." But the trade-off was then years of Jesusy craziness, fan indifference and increasingly poor sales and weak concert tours, until his teaming up with Tom Petty, the Traveling Wilburys and finally "Oh Mercy," a great end to a bad decade, the 1980s. But this was August 1964, and he was still youthful and exuberant in the way that made him think he could have sex with his sort-of girlfriend Sara's asshole, even if her and Sara were, to him, just friends or whatever. Man, the times were crazy there in the West Village, in the cradle of the east coast folk movement.
Date Written: March 10, 2010
Author: The Rid
Average Vote: 4.5