We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dylan recently told Rolling Stone that he had intended to write religious songs for this album, but the songs just didn't end up that way, even though the Book of Revelations makes an appearance right on schedule. Chaos has come again, and Dylan seems pulled to the dark side. From listening to this album - filled with killing floors, "lyin' and dyin in blood," and a "flat chested junkie whore" all leading him, if not to temptation, than a tempest of the soul - it's clear that Dylan's done his three score years and eleven, and he's not going quietly.
It's a small point, but still... It's the Book of RevelationnotRevelations.
Our reviewer has watched too many "supernatural thrillers" and read too little actual scripture.
I'm pretty sure that our reviewer doesn't think that getting the name right really even matters, particularly with that patriarchal and superstitious cannon of long-DWM oppressive and judgmental hate speech. Revelation, Revelations, Revealations, whatever...
"Duquesne Whistle" --the vid linked at BD's link to the Yaffe essay, is an out and out ''wow''.
No no no, no, NO! --he's not through yet!
The last verse tells the source of the story, i think. Wish i knew what is the big oak tree he used to climb in his native land, and what the van passenger throws out the window as the van leaves the scene.