Title : "I was going to call my old, first phone number in the Bronx, and talk to whoever answered.... I would interview this person long enough to reveal our common humanity..."
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"I was going to call my old, first phone number in the Bronx, and talk to whoever answered.... I would interview this person long enough to reveal our common humanity..."
"... and I would then tell his or her story with compassion; whatever differences we might have — cultural, political, whatever — would disappear with greater familiarity and understanding. Above all, we would, together, two ordinary people, prove that for all this country’s troubles, modernity does not have to be soulless. So I called. And got this recording: 'The next available service specialist will be with you momentarily. They will be happy to assist you with any inquiry.' Then I was put on hold, where I remained for 22 minutes, until I hung up."I was feelin’ kinda lonesome and blueI needed somebody to talk toSo I called up the operator of timeJust to hear a voice of some kind“When you hear the beep it will be three o’clock”She said that for over an hourAnd I hung up
I love this old clip... and notice the variation on the lyrics just before the one-minute mark:
I said, “Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain”He said, “Nurse, get your pad, this boy’s insane”He grabbed my arm, I said, “Ouch!”As I landed on the psychiatric couchHe said, “Tell me about it”
In the clip, that last line becomes "He said, 'Tell me about it, dreamwise." Dreamwise! That's an example of the figure of speech we were talking about yesterday in the post about "That's the way the cookie crumbles." Remember? In the 1960 movie "The Apartment," Jack Lemmon says, “That’s the way it crumbles cookiewise.” I quoted a professor who bemoaned "the horrible '-wise' jargon" of the 1960s. Nice to hear Bob Dylan bemoaning the same usage, whenever that was — around 1963.
Some nice coincidences this morning. Seems hopeful.
I was feelin’ kinda lonesome and blueI needed somebody to talk toSo I called up the operator of timeJust to hear a voice of some kind“When you hear the beep it will be three o’clock”She said that for over an hourAnd I hung up
I love this old clip... and notice the variation on the lyrics just before the one-minute mark:
I said, “Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain”He said, “Nurse, get your pad, this boy’s insane”He grabbed my arm, I said, “Ouch!”As I landed on the psychiatric couchHe said, “Tell me about it”
In the clip, that last line becomes "He said, 'Tell me about it, dreamwise." Dreamwise! That's an example of the figure of speech we were talking about yesterday in the post about "That's the way the cookie crumbles." Remember? In the 1960 movie "The Apartment," Jack Lemmon says, “That’s the way it crumbles cookiewise.” I quoted a professor who bemoaned "the horrible '-wise' jargon" of the 1960s. Nice to hear Bob Dylan bemoaning the same usage, whenever that was — around 1963.
Some nice coincidences this morning. Seems hopeful.
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