"That criticism comes from people who think that women should be karate instructors or airplane pilots. I’m not knocking that – everyone should achieve what she wants to achieve – but when a man’s looking for a woman, he ain’t looking for a woman who’s an airplane pilot. He’s looking for a woman to help him out and support him, to hold up one end while he holds up another." ----
Bob Dylan, 1978, when asked, “Is ‘Is Your Love in Vain?’ to be taken literally? You’ve been accused of being chauvinistic in that song, especially in the line, 'Can you cook and sew, make flowers grow?’”
Damn I do adore Is Your Love Vain, even though its somewhat corny. I mean he sorta sounds like a pubescent teen who can't get laid but still... the despair, angst, misery just comes through so powerfully.
More here old buddy: https://plus.google.com/114972365014876681245/posts/bSrUmF5RB7A Tempted to check that book out, I dug into Suze Rotolo's memoir a bit and it was rather dull, Baez's seems so wonderfully evocative.
Beauuuutiful excerpt from Joan Baez's book where he describes being with Bob: "We sat in our room being interviewed about our respective careers. Maybe that afternoon was the closest I ever felt to Bob: his eyes were as old as God, and he was fragile as a winter leaf. He was a Sunday child, fidgeting there on the couch in an oversized jacket and new cuff links, and I was Mom. But I was also sister mystic and fellow outlaw, queen to his jack, and a twin underground star. We were living out a myth, slumming it together in the Village. We walked around the windy streets and had afternoon breakfast on MacDougal Street. Our breath came out white clouds, mingled, and hung in the air ... and speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there."
well, if you get big enough people who love to idolize you are bound to cultivate some myths around your personality. i find this irritating as well, but it doesn't detract from the quality of the actual music for me
haha, i searched for that interview on yt, but most stuff that comes up just claims that "dylan admitted to selling his soul to the devil". anyways, i think this song is one of his very best- the lyrics being consistently brilliant and meaningful.
yo, yo - this sound boring 2 u?!
"Darkness at the break of noon;
Shadows even the silver spoon;
The handmade blade, the child's balloon;
Eclipses both the sun and moon;
To understand you know too soon;
There is no sense in trying" nOOOOO. #eloquentdefense