i got to say i'm looking way forward to walk hard: the dewey cox story. why? well i think "walk the line" and "ray" sucked elephant schlongs. i'm never gonna forgive the singing in walk the line, e.g. but they were incredibly too-big, utterly inert, completely dispiriting. plus i have downloaded one of the wonderful dylan parodies from walk hard: "royal jelly." someone finally figured out that dylan was deeply fullofshit from the getgo. "royal jelly" is from dewey's "political period" and consists of incomprehensible pseudo-surrealist claptrap, switching on the chorus to "so let me touch you": the sixties in a nutshell. ":

here's a snatch of "subterranean homesick blues

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

that this was welcomed ecstatically as the great poetry of the age is just one of those things, like the rise of mike huckabee. who knows how or why?
here's the entirety of "all along the watchtower":

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.


this could have been written by carl jung, had carl jung been a blithering idiot (or: even more of a blithering idiot than he actually was).