'Lay, lady lay. lay across my big brass bed' ain't that mysterious. I think you're still a bit cut up about that 10 dollars, not to mention his Nobel Prize for Literature. Loved the story but not sure I believed a word of it. That's the problem with us creative writers - we sometimes feel we have to sacrifice a bit of literal truth for the greater good. Why, only the other day, I pretended I had a Great Aunt Ethel ...
You're trying to attach yourself to Bob's legacy and that's ok. Who doesn't try? Since the very beginning of your Substack, you always dissed Bob (jealousy I think). Bob Dylan is a genius and has given our generation and the future so much wisdom and truth. the guy is prescient. His early songs foreshadow everything that is happening now. His words and the way he puts them together are pure genius. He didn;t win The Nobel Prize in Literature for nothing. Yes you gave him $10 bucks and he didn't return it, but can't you just offer that up to the Poor Souls already? He's the MAN and you're not. We can't all be Bob Dylan. In fact no one can be. He's got a Center in Tulsa that's massive. He saved every matchbook from the time he was 11 years old! Amazing. We love and respect him and I know you do too. But there'll alway be that twinge of regret that he is #1 and you're #2. Love you, Mr Keillor but I still hope that he wrote that LLL song for me and not Barbra. See you next time you pass through Milwaukee!
Excellent story Garrison. As you were telling your story, I could see it in techicolor. Definitely one of the more legendary breakfasts that ever was.
It is my understanding that Paul McCartney is coming to New Orleans for a concert. I guess he puts on a great show. And he is a tad older than you. I like how determination can overcome apparent age obstacles (well, except for polititians). I don't like crowds and tickets are a tad expensive. But heck, if I could brave all of that to see you in Galveston, maybe I should give Paul a try.
Take care Garrison and thank you very much for your twice weekly columns.
Well, somethin’s happening here and you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Keillor? You got that story all backwards. Was me loaned you the dough, an’ it was five bucks, not ten. And you kept sayin’, “one more cuppa coffee, ‘for I go, to the restroom below.” True, I used that in a song, but I changed it some. As for the name change, hell, was me told you to call yourself Garrison, ‘stead of “Gary.”
As for your denigratin’ my lyrics and calling me pseudo-mysterious, I cry foul. Elbows up, as we said in the hockey rinks of Hibbing. I ain’t mysterious. I’m amphibious.
'Lay, lady lay. lay across my big brass bed' ain't that mysterious. I think you're still a bit cut up about that 10 dollars, not to mention his Nobel Prize for Literature. Loved the story but not sure I believed a word of it. That's the problem with us creative writers - we sometimes feel we have to sacrifice a bit of literal truth for the greater good. Why, only the other day, I pretended I had a Great Aunt Ethel ...
he wrote LLL for Barbra Streisand
I have read it was for the Everly Bros.They made a recording of it.
Very funny It was for Barbra Streisand. She wrote about it in her autobiography. And she just released a Duets album and one song is with Bob.
in 1960 2 eggs and hash browns would have been $2 at most, coffee a dime. $10 would have paid for all 3 with change. Otherwise, I believe you
Ah, yes! I remember it well!
This made my morning. Thanks Garrison.
P.S. I wish Bob Dylon would give a shout out to you.
if Garrison was in Bob's audience, he would definitely do that. I've heard him give shout-outs to celebrities in his audiences many times.
Was it GK who said, “Never let the truth stand in the way of a good story”? Or was that Mark Twain?
Would love to see you at a gig together. That would rock!
You're trying to attach yourself to Bob's legacy and that's ok. Who doesn't try? Since the very beginning of your Substack, you always dissed Bob (jealousy I think). Bob Dylan is a genius and has given our generation and the future so much wisdom and truth. the guy is prescient. His early songs foreshadow everything that is happening now. His words and the way he puts them together are pure genius. He didn;t win The Nobel Prize in Literature for nothing. Yes you gave him $10 bucks and he didn't return it, but can't you just offer that up to the Poor Souls already? He's the MAN and you're not. We can't all be Bob Dylan. In fact no one can be. He's got a Center in Tulsa that's massive. He saved every matchbook from the time he was 11 years old! Amazing. We love and respect him and I know you do too. But there'll alway be that twinge of regret that he is #1 and you're #2. Love you, Mr Keillor but I still hope that he wrote that LLL song for me and not Barbra. See you next time you pass through Milwaukee!
it goes back way longer than this substack
Here, this might be of some help:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humour
Best of luck
That's the Garrison Keillor we know and love!
Dear Sir,
Thank you for giving credit where credit is due.
With interest,
Dawn
ONE POET RHYMES THE OTHER...
Wow! I never knew!
Excellent story Garrison. As you were telling your story, I could see it in techicolor. Definitely one of the more legendary breakfasts that ever was.
It is my understanding that Paul McCartney is coming to New Orleans for a concert. I guess he puts on a great show. And he is a tad older than you. I like how determination can overcome apparent age obstacles (well, except for polititians). I don't like crowds and tickets are a tad expensive. But heck, if I could brave all of that to see you in Galveston, maybe I should give Paul a try.
Take care Garrison and thank you very much for your twice weekly columns.
Marvelous!!
Well you fake just like a Keillor, but you break like a little Minnesotan.
Interesting. I think you've got something here.
Well, somethin’s happening here and you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Keillor? You got that story all backwards. Was me loaned you the dough, an’ it was five bucks, not ten. And you kept sayin’, “one more cuppa coffee, ‘for I go, to the restroom below.” True, I used that in a song, but I changed it some. As for the name change, hell, was me told you to call yourself Garrison, ‘stead of “Gary.”
As for your denigratin’ my lyrics and calling me pseudo-mysterious, I cry foul. Elbows up, as we said in the hockey rinks of Hibbing. I ain’t mysterious. I’m amphibious.
So where’s my fiver? Bob