It’s starting to feel like fall. Hence, I have to get the season changing cold like the rest of the world. Nothing left to do but drink ginger tea and watch the Bob Dylan doc on PBS. Part 1 was pretty good. Scorcese has a great amount of archival footage and photographs that really set the tone for the time. The west village must have been such an exciting place back then. It seems like Williamsburg, Brooklyn is working overtime to be like McDougal street in 1963. The hipsterness was pretty genuine back then. Now you can buy the look at Urbans.
Unfortunately, part 2 of the documentary kinda stunk. It was very one note. In a nutshell, Dylan was booed everywhere he performed, and the media asked stupid questions. It was 90 minutes of that. I thought they would get to the making of Blood on the Tracks (a personal favorite.) The best part is the organist on “Like a Rolling Stone” bullshitted his way into the studio when they recorded the song. He was actually a guitarist, but played on of the most famous organ pieces ever.