Dylan Jugger-what?

"I can't imagine caring that much."

"That's a sad statement. It's all Britney Spears and who cares."

This exchange passed between me and my friend Flora post-screening of "I'm Not There" at Film Forum. Everything reduces to Britney Spears now. She's the litmus by which we measure our cultural degradation.

I knew nothing about Bob Dylan walking into the movie. That would account for the tedium I experienced during this otherwise spellbinding film.

That night I started with wikipedia. I wadded through the article, mystified by Dylan's constant "existential metamorphosis."

It all left me nostalgic for a time before my time when people would go ballistic because their favorite artist changed his genre.

Oh my

My colleague and friend Mort Zachter suggested that I set up this blog as a venue to host my writings, in progress or otherwise. We'll take it from here and see where I end up...

p.s. Mort wrote a stunning memoir that was recently published, Dough: A Memoir.
Run, do not walk to your computer to buy your copy.

Don't take my word, read the review from last Sundays NEW YORK TIMES FREAKING BOOK REVIEW.