„The good old
times” vin cu noi până la capăt. Cel puţin asta simţi privindu-i şi
ascultându-i pe cei de la The Little Willies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OJrftVUdDM
) :
Îl
înţelegi mai bine pe Dylan:
“And
folk music is a word I can’t use. Folk music is a bunch of fat people. I have
to think of all of this as traditional music. Traditional music is based on
hexagrams. It comes about from legends, Bibles, plagues, and it revolves around
vegetables and death. There’s nobody that going to kill traditional music. All
these songs about roses growing out of people’s brains and lovers who are
really geese and swans and turn into angels – they’re not going to die. It’s
all those paranoid people who think that someone’s going to come and take away
their toilet paper – they’re going to die. Songs like “Which Side Are
You On?” and “And I Love You, Porgy” – they’re not folk music songs; they’re
political songs. They’re already dead. Obviously, death is not very
universally accepted. I mean, you’d think that the traditional music people
could gather from their songs that mystery – just plain simple mystery – is a
fact, a traditional fact.
I
listen to the old ballads; but I wouldn’t go to a party and
listen to the old ballads. I could give you descriptive detail of what they do
to me, but some people would probably think my imagination had gone mad. It
strikes me funny that people actually have the gall to think that I have some
kind of fantastic imagination. It gets very lonesome. But anyway, traditional
music is too unreal to die. It doesn’t need to be protected. Nobody’s going to
get hurt. In that music is the only true, valid death you can feel today off a
record player. But like anything else in great demand, people try to own it. It
has to do with a purity thing. I think its meaninglessness is holy. Everybody
knows that I’m not a folk singer.”
Cate Blanchet, memorabilă în I’m Not There, formulând aceste
observaţii:
