I started watching Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid twice this week. The first time, it was after I had eaten 1/4th of a Maryland government approved gummy, and I was more interested in watching the music video for "Barbie Girl," or any video from Tool, or the video for "The Less I Know the Better." The words the characters were saying in the movie were simply not making any sense to me.
The second time was late in the day, and I was eating dinner. I had spent the day touring around Jaffa with a friend, who showed me a myriad of coffee shops. We drank a beer together, then a shot of whiskey. I went to a friend's house to play Balderdash. By the time I got home and turned on the movie, it was 11 PM.
Even in my intoxicated state, which had mostly faded by eleven, I realized I wouldn't be watching the movie this week. I simply didn't have the interest.
This is a fine album, but it's not necessarily hard for me to listen to it, passively. I can listen while I'm doing a whole bunch of other things. A movie is not like that. I'd rather watch clips of Impractical Jokers and old Portlandia episodes than spend two hours on a slow-moving Western I'm not particularly interested in.
And I think that speaks to Nate's point. It's not that I don't have time to watch the movie. It's more that I'm not interested in this particular movie, that I don't want to spend time on it.
But this album—generally I'll spend time on it, just because of the nature of music vs. film. I'm not such an extensive music listener that I feel I need to listen to particular songs this week instead of these. These are fine. Did they move the needle for me all that much? No, I don't think so. But it's always somewhat reassuring to hear Bob Dylan's voice, a voice that everyone knows. And obviously "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" is iconic. I feel like there are lots of Dylan songs that don't feel like his, like "Blowin' in the Wind" or "I Shall Be Released," and I didn't know until now that "Knockin'" was a Dylan song.
It was fun to hear a song called "Turkey Chase" this week in particular, as it is my family's tradition, on Thanksgiving Day, to drive to the Bethesda YMCA to participate in the annual Turkey Chase 10K run / 2-mile fun run. I won't be there this year, and that sucks. As a friend said: "There's not a ton that we can get homesick about related to the US while living over here, but Thanksgiving is one of those things." I would say it's the number #1 thing for me. The chill in the air, the football game happening somewhere, the smells, Black Friday in the air, the touch football reunion game with my friends on Friday morning. I miss it all.
Normally I associate the Turkey Chase with Miley Cyrus or someone like that playing for the aerobic warmup, or something, but I'll take Bob Dylan this time. It's all good.
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