http://www.elijahwald.com/vanronk.html
The Mayor of MacDougal Street- fun and sometimes hilarious, direct, conversational, flawed, full of stories about the life and times. Perfect weekend reading.
The man wrote one of my favorite songs, Last Call. Found the lyrics. Still gives me chills, eh? The anthem of the lost nights'a'many'a'man waylaid on the way home from work by thirst:
And so we’ve had another night
of poetry and poses,
and each man knows he’ll be alone
when the sacred ginmill closes.
And so we’ll drink the final glass
each to his joy and sorrow
and hope the numbing drink will last
til opening tomorrow.
And when we stumble back again
like paralytic dancers
each knows the question he must ask
and each man knows the answer.
And so we’ll drink the final drink
that cuts the brain in sections
where answers do not signify
and there aren’t any questions.
I broke my heart the other day.
It will mend again tomorrow.
If I’d been drunk when I was born
I’d be ignorant of sorrow.
And so we’ll drink the final toast
that never can be spoken:
Here’s to the heart that is wise enough
to know when it’s better off broken.
Here it is in his voice, haunting and wild in its way:
I'd like to read that.
I had a DVR cassette 837 years ago, the first time I heard this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpFudDAYqxY
He just killed it (but it's not on utoob).
Van Ronk on Dylan & HOTRS: