June 9, 2008

Peter Fonda comments on folk legend Bob Dylan’s tepid “endorsement” of Barack Obama

Fonda: “One time, Hopper and I were scouting locations in Yuma, and this young, sundrenched chick in a tattered Hopi poncho shuffles up to us and is like, ‘hey, man. Can you maybe spare some change?’

“– And Hopper, without missing a beat, looks her in the eye and says, ‘No. But what I can offer you is some hope.” Totally deadpan. Then, after a beat, ‘ –On the other hand, I’ve got a couple singles and half a bologna sandwich I might be willing to part with for a quality handjob. I mean, give a girl a fish, she eats for a day, but teach a girl to fish…you dig where I’m coming from…?’

“Which was like, so wrong, of course. But at the same time, if you really stop to think about it, that exchange, out along a reddish stretch of desert highway straining to meet the shadescape of a towering rockface, had so much to say symbolically about this country and its battles over which political idealogy is best suited to really help the poor and disenfranchized.

“That, and I mention it because you asked about Dylan — and I’m pretty sure we were listening to ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ when that chick came over, both of us high as a couple of Quechan Indians strung out on buttons, and both of us really, really missing Toni Basil…”*

Posted by Jeff G. @ 10:42am
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  1. I always thought Dylan stuck to a “I’m not political” stance? I guess a facade impartiality is impossible in the face of teh Hope and Change (TM).

  2. From the link I learn that Susan Sarandon has threatened to leave the country if Barack loses.

    So that’s one reason to vote for McCain, right there.

  3. facade “of” … whatever. Haters.

  4. w00t!
    now that is the kinda postin that only the authentic, unadulterated full strength JeffieG can deliver!
    makes me feel all molly. ;)

    ….and yes I said yes I will Yes!

  5. DON’T FALL FOR IT USHIE. They keep promising that stuff. They never follow through.

  6. Let’s see THIS bitch get 400+ comments.

    Bringing the esoteric! Zounds!

  7. I dunno. There’s some very non-Hopey corners in Bobbie’s head -

    Man has invented his doom,
    First step was touching the moon.

  8. I thought it was Sally Kellerman!

    “…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. ” -eighteenth chapter of James Joyce’s Ulysses, Molly Bloom’s soliloquy

  9. Well, Carin, can’t we just shove her on a plane to NoKo anyway?

  10. As the link demonstrates, said “endorsement” was a long way from the sentiment of “the times, they are a changin’.” And it’s not surprising that the author of “Neighborhood Bully” would be less than full-throated in his praise for O!

    BTW, I think “I’m Not There” is out on DVD; it’s a very Dylan-esque film that captures Dylan’s many twists, turns and contradictions.

    Hey Bobby
    You’re so fine
    You’re so fine, you blow my mind
    Hey Bobby!

    Bonus: Toni Basil taught the extras to dance for the hop in American Graffiti.

  11. 389 to go (just doin’ my part)

  12. You’re thinking of Verna Bloom, Roboc.

  13. I think I’ll put up another provocateurism thread if something I read on the john strikes my fancy. Beyond that, I’ll probably just put together the NordicTrack we picked up for free at a neighborhood yard sale.

    Happyfeet sent me an interesting link the other day, and I wanted to get to that, too. But if I don’t (I have grappling class today, and my son starts his first swimming lessons), here’s the URL. Somebody else may want to have a go at it:

  14. BTW, Hopper is still offering hope. That and a 401(k) rollover that will allow you to go touch Indians in your golden years.

  15. Jeff,

    I have just scheduled a post for a couple of hours from now. Feel free to re-schedule it as you deem fit.

  16. Oh good heavens. I’m listening to Obama now and he’s calling for a second round of “rebate” checks to go out.

  17. Screw the poor, literally. Or their hands anyway.

  18. Major annoyance this week — saw Vic Tayback’s name in the credits for “Bullit”, but couldn’t spot him during the movie. Norman Fell was easy enough to spot. He was quite tan.

  19. For nishi:

    I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
    And just for that one moment I could be you
    Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
    You’d know what a drag it is to see you

    -Bob Dylan

  20. Someones got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
    Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
    They say I shot a man named gray and took his wife to Italy,
    She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
    I cant help it if I’m lucky.

    People see me all the time and they just cant remember how to act
    Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
    Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
    I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me better than that
    Sweet lady.

    Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
    Blowing down the back roads headin’ south.
    Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
    You’re an idiot, babe.
    Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

  21. The times they are-a Hopey/Changin’!

  22. As I referenced “Neighborhood Bully”:

    Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man,
    His enemies say he’s on their land.
    They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
    He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
    He’s criticized and condemned for being alive.
    He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin,
    He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
    He’s wandered the earth an exiled man.
    Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
    He’s always on trial for just being born.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
    Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
    Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
    The bombs were meant for him.
    He was supposed to feel bad.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
    That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
    ‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
    And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    He got no allies to really speak of.
    What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love.
    He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
    But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
    They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
    Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly.
    To hurt one they would weep.
    They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone,
    Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
    He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
    In bed with nobody, under no one’s command.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
    No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
    He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
    Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    What’s anybody indebted to him for?
    Nothin’, they say.
    He just likes to cause war.
    Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
    They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
    He’s the neighborhood bully.

    What has he done to wear so many scars?
    Does he change the course of rivers?
    Does he pollute the moon and stars?
    Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
    Running out the clock, time standing still,
    Neighborhood bully.

    But maybe Mr. Hopeyness can convince BOB it’s those goshdarn settlements!

    O!

  23. Plus, it’s on an album titled “Infidels.”

  24. …besides, “You’re gonna have to serve somebody.”

  25. You know, saying “Hopeyness and Changiness”, it’s like saying, ‘hunk of butter’, you know, I don’t want you to listen to anybody who wants you to believe he’s dedicated to the hunk and not the butter. You dig?

  26. And is it me, or does Ms. Sarandon look more like a gecko more with each passing day?

    Is she looking at me?

    OOOH! One of her eyes just moved independently of the other!

  27. It would have to be one heck of a handjob to give up a bologna sandwich for it. Just sayin’

  28. Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed

    Ok.. so I know it doesnt have anything to do with Obama..Or Peter Fonda.. or add anything to the comments on this thread.. I just like the sentiment.

  29. In my day “bologna sandwich” was code for “hand job”.

  30. Fonda and Hopper experienced change when they doubled up on the RedBalls.

    OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO … TEAL!!

    Hope? Not so much…

  31. I agree, JD. I think he was too quick to put the bologna sandwich on the table–so to speak.

    Bologna sandwich, apre manual coitus…bliss.

  32. Yeah, I know “apre” needs an accent mark, but I’m not down with the diacritical.

    Denounce me or STFU!

  33. Ok, I fess up. I have no idea what that means in #31.

    Too. Many. Green. Tea. Antioxidents.

    I denounce JD just out of reflex. Karl is on Double Secret Denouncement Probation. And I see Unicorns.

  34. Well, Carin, can’t we just shove her on a plane to NoKo anyway?

    You think they’d keep her?

  35. I’m not convinced Bobby D is exactly worshipping the Obamessiah. He lightly told Jann Wenner to stuff it in that last special echo chamber interview issue of Rolling Stale.

    Susan Sarandon still has some nice cans.

  36. green tea.

    riiiiiiight.

  37. Jeff, the key (to taking this to the golden 400+ comments) is to bring up BEN STEIN. I just saw the movie. It was super-duper awesome. I’m buying some stuff on ID for my kids RIGHT NOW.

    WEDGE.

  38. Shouldn’t that be a WEDGIE? Atomic-like?

  39. Let’s give those evolutionists a WEDGIE!

  40. Oh, Carin! If BEN STEIN isn’t the SMARTEST, SAVVIEST, most INSIGHTFULL commentator on ALL THINGS SCIENTIFIC AND THE ORIGIN OF LIFE, then I’m going to give you a WEDGE of my apple pie which was INTELLIGENTLY DESIGNED by he who must not be named.

    DISCOVERY!!! (institute)

  41. Toni Basil ? I think a bologna sandwich would get you much farther with Karen Black…

  42. Why am I getting denounced for noting the disparity in value between a sandwich and a hand job?

  43. BJ, you are totally right. I can’t tell you how many books I have written by Stein … I think I’m going to do a whole UNIT study on him for my kids.

    We’ll start with his “Bueller … Bueller…” theory and go from there.

  44. Come all of you gamers, moonbats and Reds!
    Bring all of your anger and caring and debts!
    For the lightbringer speaks and brings forth the light,
    and neocons shrivel before all his might!

    And the unicons fly towards the hope that’s in sight,
    and in time he’ll bring the chaaaa-angin!

    The lightbringer wants you to get off your ass,
    let go of your dull isolation and cash.
    Your small arms and bitterness moves you to cry!
    He’ll still grab a hold of that large wedge of pie.

    and stick a thermometer right in your eye!
    for in time he’ll bring the chaaaa-angin!

  45. I know a woman who dates Stein. She calls him a genius and wants his gametes in a big way.

  46. Carin–she’d have the biggest boobs in the entire country, so I’m thinkin’ Li’l Kim would keep her.

    And you want gecko eyes? That’s Karen Black.

    I wish I could practice eugenics with Ben Stein RIGHT NOW!

  47. Hard to talk about Ben Stein’s latest blockbuster success without mentioning a young Benji “Spitting Cobra” Stein, an up-and-coming Jewish porn star who’s hook was sharp and insightful financial information doled out to his screen partner between frenetic bursts of jackhammer-like-yet-sweet-sweet-lovemaking. That and the Bueller thing.

    I’d like to buy a hyphen Pat………

  48. Jeff Goldstein is the best provocateur in the whole world, and I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.

    Now, I’ll sit back and wait for the other cowboy boot to fall.

  49. Ben Stein is a scientist beyond compare.

  50. Hopper sure has lost his edge since the days of yore.

  51. Hopper just had a “photo opportunity” with Lindsay Lohan, if you know what I mean, and I think ya do. I hope they practiced safe eugenics.

  52. yeah, make fun now guys, but I’ll be laughing even harder when she links one of your comments here as PROOF!!eleventy! of you being anti-Science(!)twodigittheoconz.

  53. True LMC story…I was once offered a warm can of Busch and a handjob by a hippie chick for my last stick of Big Red on the Martz Trailways bus from Wilkes-Barre to Philly. I followed her off at the King of Prussia stop instead of going all the way into Philly because I figured I could call this friend of mine and get a ride to the shore, plus I was saddled with a pretty nasty case of “stripper love” and I thought I might not have to get a ride that particular evening. knowhutimsayin’?

    At any rate, when I came out of the can, hippy chick was long gone and so was all the cash from my wallet. My friend was nowhere to be found and his roommate never forgave me for calling collect. I almost got killed by a truck walking to the Hughes Park P and W Station where my older brother picked me and my hangover up on his way to work the next morning and dropped me off at campus with $20 to live on for the rest of the week.

    I learned two things, you can HOPE all you want, it’s not going to help, and backpacks are better than duffel bags.

  54. LMC – I am only willing to say that I can empathize.

    Still, Hopper on a stripped down LowRider would have never traded a sandwich for a handjob. Pity what time does to an icon …

  55. my last stick of Big Red

    I still have my bootleg copy of Lucille Ball’s only foray into hardcore.

    Sacrilege!!

  56. It was the beer JD. I had the worst cottonmouth of my life. I think Hopper had probably built up a better tolerance than I had at the time.

  57. So where did Bob’s tepid endorsement of Barack come from? Did some reporter overhear a casual comment at a party or something? Did Daily Mail call him on the phone in the middle of the night? Every site I looked at quoted the same two or three sentences.. Two or three sentences? Thats it.. That’s all he said..?

  58. Quality handjob = Yankme ingenuity.

  59. “Comment by Education Guy on 6/9 @ 11:31 am #

    Screw the poor, literally. Or their hands anyway.”

    Jeebus, Ed Guy.

    I am feeling old enough as it is without having to think of high school handjobs.

    And, BTW, the rich ones were better – just harder to crack (that was pretty bad word selection, huh?). The only problem was getting them to stop talking about themselves.

    But I quickly found a cure for that.

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