Word: lot
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...talking about his relation to God (the landlord); but I won't go into it further because the song pretty much explains itself once you've decided whom Dylan is addressing. If you think the country style is new, compare Down Along the Cove with It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry, cut three on side one of Highway 61 Revisited. And I'll Be Your Baby Tonight is there to tell us what Dylan's feeling like since his motorcycle crash and silence for two years. Wicked Messenger reminded me of something that made...
...skag. Want proof? "When Quinn the Eskimo gets here, all the pigeons gonna fly to him." and "When Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna want a doze." The last is a pun on "want a doze." and "want a dose." Of course the whole scene is a lot like Waiting for Godot, which brings in God and religion and which sounds right for Dylan. And maybe H can be a religion. What this song's got in common with the other two is the message in the following lines: "Everybody's building ships and boat; some are building...
...These narodniki are a sad lot. They have toothaches, and they are sick, and they are hungry, and bored. Fat, black mamas rearrange clothes inside the shelters, and when they get through with that, they sit outside on boxes and trunks. The view is lousy, too. All they can do is look through the trees and across the shallow water of the Reflecting Pool at the office workers in shirtsleeves...
...Massachusetts State House, The Unitarian-Universalist Association, The Massachusetts Prison Association, Portia Law School and Calvin Coolidge College all sit on the peak of Beacon Hill. It is a tiny two-block neighborhood and for the most part, the institutions that reside there are devoted to enriching the lot of human beings. "So," says one Beacon St. resident, "how did Calvin Coolhitch Cowitch evah get up heah...
...years ago. La Plume de ma Tante, a French non-revue with a Hellzapoppin heart, zipped through its evenings on a series of musical numbers that somehow fell apart before they ever could get started. Coming a little later, England's Beyond the Fringe had little music and a lot of satire. Wait a Minim, standing somewhere between its predecessors, has its own hybrid identity. While the collapsing songs of Plume abound, so do jeering sketches, and, in a throwback to the original form of the revue, straight musical numbers...