El cachondo de Bob

Cualquier lectora habitual del blog sabe de mi debilidad por Bob Dylan. Son muchas las cosas de él que me gustan, pero la que más, sin duda, es que, pese a su pinta de viejo cascarrabias, es un puto cachondo. Como muestra, un botón:

Hace unos meses, en su programa semanal de radio, lanzó el rumor de que iba a poner su voz al sistema de navegación GPS de no sé qué coche. Y hubo varios periódicos "serios" que se lo creyeron, como cuentan en la revista Uncut que he comprado esta mañana, pese a que, añadía el bueno de Bob, "probablemente no debería hacerlo, porque, vaya donde vaya, siempre acabo en el mismo lugar: Lonely Avenue (la Avenida de los Solitarios).


In the wider culture, the notion that Dylan has a sense of humour at all is something people still struggle with. A great example comes in the summer, when serious newspapers from The Guardian to The Washington Post pick up a throwaway line in the BBC's repeat of a Theme Time Radio Hour show, and run with the news that the singer is in discussions with "two car companies" to become the voice of their SatNav systems -apparently oblivious to the fact that Dylan says screwy stuff like that al the time in Theme Time. ("I probably shouldn't do it," he went on in the original broadcast, "'cause whichever way I go, I always end up in one place: on Lonely Avenue.")

Uncut magazine, January 2010 issue.


Lonely Avenue



Well my room has got two windows
The sunlight never comes through
I'm so sad and lonely, baby
Since I broke off baby with you

I live on a lonely avenue
Little girl, since you said you're through
Now I feel so sad and blue
It's all because of you
I could die, I could die, I could die
I could die, I could die, I could die
I live on a lonely avenue

My pillow is made of lead
And my cover is made of stone
I toss and turn every night
I'm not used to livin' alone

I live on a lonely avenue
Girl, since you said we're through
And I feel so sad and blue
You know it's all because of you
I could die, I could die, I could die
I could cry, I could cry, I could cry
I live on a lonely avenue
A lonely avenue

Ray Charles