Thursday, June 19, 2008

Self-Portrait (1970)

Slothrop:  The reviewers of the album who trashed it were just like the folk-heads who booed Dylan in '65, apparently not having listened when Dylan sang: 

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more.

Slothrop, however, hears hot throbbing lesbian sirens singing about horses and heat and is mighty pleased. 

All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmmm.

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