One of those songs Bob Dylan really must be sick and tired of playing is, of course, “The times, they are a-changing.”
“Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown”
Et cetera, et cetera.
Not a bad song but when you’ve heard it a few hundred times - or, like Dylan, must have played it a few thousand times - it does become time for the record to be a-changed.
As it is with certain records, so it is with certain news stories. The Middle East conflict, Global Warming, celebrity sex tapes, Oprah book club scandals and ‘political correctness gone mad’ stories: They keep appearing and re-appearing and never a-changing one bloody dot in our newspapers.
Then, of course, there are all those stupid revivals. ABBA revivals, Miami Vice revivals, mohawk & Mozart hairdo revivals. Every bloody day, something that was quite vile to begin with seems to be ‘back’ - like an Arnold Schwarzenegger in an extreme make-over show.
So, feeling nostalgic for a certain political era, then why not vote for a Bush Mark ll or a Clinton Part Deux?
Failing that, why not start a Crazy Frog remembrance service, or something.
All of which is just my way of saying, “I really don’t fucking need this shit” - which is what I thought when I read the following story:
“The last time Jane Fonda took the stage on Broadway, John F Kennedy was in the White House, Bob Dylan had just released his second album and the first James Bond film, Dr No, was in American cinemas.
That was in June 1963, when she finished a run of Eugene O’Neill’s Strange Interlude. More than 45 years later, she makes her Broadway comeback tonight in 33 Variations, a play, fittingly, that explores the exceptional creativity of artists late in life.”
It’s like one of those stupid horror movies, isn’t it? The monster has been shot, knifed, burned, drowned and fucked up its arse with a chain-saw and STILL it won’t lie down.
To paraphrase a certain king who had priest trouble, “Will no one rid us of this troublesome broad?”