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...Where Are You Tonight," the "new" Dylan strikes his most attractive pose. The song captures that wild feeling of America at night, the America of Thomas Wolfe and Jack Kerouac. The lean background vocals, snappy rhythm and fine lyrics about two-bit criminals and their women ("Her father emphasized, you got to be more than street-wise") work together to make "Where Are You Tonight?" perhaps the most polished song Dylan has written since Tangled up in Blue...

Author: By Payne L. Templeton, | Title: An "Entertainer"? | 7/21/1978 | See Source »

...aficionado, and had it not been for reading period I might never have ridden the blue line ten stops out to Wonderland last Friday night. The search for heady adventure had seized me. Saying "damn" to my 600-page portable Veblen, I took off for the tracks in fine, Kerouac fashion. I even managed to talk this friend of mine into coming, a guy who had an exam on Marx the next morning...

Author: By Mary G. Gotschall, | Title: Going to the Dogs | 5/22/1978 | See Source »

...conversation disappointed me. Everything Ginsberg talked about was dead and gone; Kerouac, who depicted Ginsberg as Carlo Marx in his novel, On the Road, is dead; so is Neal Cassidy. Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters have since faded into twilight...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Allen Ginsberg: Mindbreaths in the Night | 2/4/1978 | See Source »

...jack & neal, he shifts gears to tell of a cross-country drive to California in the company of a nurse. It has all the gusty exhilaration of Kerouac's On the Road...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Tom Waits: Barroom Balladeer | 11/28/1977 | See Source »

...made my way to San Francisco, checked into the Youth Hostel and went looking for work. I had read my Kerouac. I know what one did in California, and I was determined to get a piece of the West Coast action. I was on my own, meeting people on Telegraph Avenue and going to wild Berkeley bashes and digging the time away, but despite my dreams and my intentions, I soon realized that I was all partied out. This was not Cambridge, this wasn't my home turf, and my doubts were reinforced nightly when I made collect phone calls...

Author: By Eric E. Rofes, | Title: A Couple of Summers | 9/30/1975 | See Source »

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