tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14223799.post2271380486123053117..comments2023-09-25T17:27:40.322+01:00Comments on Delirium's Library: I Am a Lonesome HoboDelirium's Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213875721316857164noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14223799.post-2809404076380356112011-06-13T10:08:20.438+01:002011-06-13T10:08:20.438+01:00Hmmm..an interesting entry. I cannot say I had tho...Hmmm..an interesting entry. I cannot say I had thought about the male perspective of the John Wesley Harding album, being male myself I suppose I did not reflect on the narrator’s gender. Bob does aspire to write from a female perspective on Tangled Up In Blue on Blood On The Tracks, and before you ask I am not an obsessive fan. <br />I too thought the film was amazing, such a poetic meditation on a life. The only one I had trouble with was the Richard Gere, Basement Tapes section, it just seemed too unreal. As to your thoughts around the word Baby I always viewed the whole John Wesley Harding lp as Bob’s attempting to get back in touch with his muse via the mystical and the mundane. I think he was trying to learn how to write in a manner that was different for him, no epic length lines, no surreal lyrics but celebrating the everyday, the mundane.Paul Tobinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14732771806819029077noreply@blogger.com