I forgot about this in my mini-review of last night's Dylan show.
What with all of Dylan's snide commentary in his lyrics, I'd always figured he had a sense of humour....a very dry one of course.
So last night the post-Waifs (who were fabulous) intermission ends with a recording of Copeland's "Fanfare For The Common Man"....which fades out to the following introduction:
The poet laureate of rock 'n' roll. The voice of the promise of the '60s counterculture.
The guy who forced folk into bed with rock, who donned makeup in the '70s and disappeared into a haze of substance abuse, who emerged to "find Jesus," who was written off as a
has-been by the end of the '80s, and who suddenly shifted gears and released some of the
strongest music of his career beginning in the late '90s.
(First posted on Mark Is Cranky)