Bob Dylan reads Bukowksi's 'A Radio with Guts'
In Series 1 of Bob's seminal and unequalled TTRH show, in the episode themed ‘Radio’, his Bobness reads this great poem from Last Bastion hero extraordinaire, Charles Bukowski.Here are two geniuses from the very upper echelons of the Dublindog canon.
While this Dylan/Buk thing was going on, should we perhaps have Maria Ozawa sprawled naked near a Chaim Soutine painting, watching Andrei Tarkovsky's majestic 'Stalker', while humming Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' (well, Maria is half-Canadian!!) and sipping Jameson whisky, well I think most of the Dublindog canon top echelon would be covered!
In fact, I think I shall head to Tokyo soon and beseech Maria to make this happen!
Donations are welcomed. Neither Maria, nor supreme art in general, are cheap you know!
In fact, I think I shall head to Tokyo soon and beseech Maria to make this happen!
Donations are welcomed. Neither Maria, nor supreme art in general, are cheap you know!
Charles Bukowksi - A Radio with Guts
It was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I’d tell my woman,
“Ah, what a marvelous radio!”
the next morning I’d take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I’d take the window
back to the glass man.
I don’t remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.
It was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I’d tell my woman,
“Ah, what a marvelous radio!”
the next morning I’d take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I’d take the window
back to the glass man.
I don’t remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.
So, while I book my ticket to Japland, here's Dylan reading the great Buk. poem as an intro to 'Disc Jockey Blues' by Luke Jones and his Orchestra! Enjoy!
11_Disc_Jockey_Blues.mp3
The full Dylan TTRH show on 'Radio' is here!
Banzai !
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