A Christmas Don't
I had a dream last night that my parents bought me Bob Dylan for Christmas. Not a Bob Dylan CD, but Bob Dylan the man. I took him home and he sat around watching TV. He antagonized my cats and criticized my book collection (my books!). When he complained that the apartment was too cold, I told him that unless he wanted to chip in some money from his music royalties to pay for heat, we weren't turning it up. He grumbled a lot. Eventually I decided that it wasn't working out so I deposited him at Goodwill, hoping he would find a more suitable owner. Bob Dylan was the ultimate white elephant Christmas present. Please note, if you are thinking of purchasing an aged rock star for a loved one this Christmas, consider just getting them a CD instead.* They'll thank you in the end.
*Except for Patti Smith. I think almost anyone would be happy if you bought them Patti Smith. She rocks.
posted by sun_sneezer @ 5:09 PM
4 Comments:
Whatever, you can't talk me into taking Lou Reed off my Xmas list.
Elka
Lou Reed?! If there's anyone who'd be even more of a cranky bastard to live with than Bob Dylan it would be Lou Reed. You'd come home to find that he'd been made drums out of your dining room furniture and if you said anything to admonish him he'd yell at you for stifling his "genius." It'd be a bad scene.
Whatever, he couldn't be crankier than KC!
Ha! Well, maybe they'll cancel each other out. Good luck with that!
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