Bob Dylan is full of shit, and so is folk music.

Well, i just finished my last beer,(Sam Adams Octoberfest. Delicious.) so now it is time to rant. About 45 minutes ago, I thought it might be a good idea to check out marty Scorsese's Dylan picture, "no direction home". My freind Korrie lent it to me, even though I only requested Bjork DVDS. While the Bjork DVDs I received were wonderful, this Dylan crap is pretty inexcusable. I figured, "hey, I don't like dylan, but it's Scorsese, so it'll be good right?" I must have forgotten about "The Departed", which also sucked balls. Big balls. It stunk like a dildo I shoved up my ass and forgot about.

Anyway, I didn't know much about Dylan before I watched this DVD, and now, not even having finished even the first half, I find myself re-thinking the friendship I have with the owner of this drivel.

So was Bob Dylan in the right place at the right time or what? I mean, this film is actually a kind of interesting piece on the folk music revival of the 60's, but then it keeps focusing on Dylan, this cover song wannabe! Oooooh, I love Woodie Guthrie, blah blah blah. It might have held me, but it kept surrendering the point to this oh so aging hipster that just doesn't have much to say.

Bob Dylan owes me 45 minutes, and Scorsese owes me like three or four hours now.