RECORDS
(The following is printed as an artifact; thus, this qualifies as caveat emptor. Mr. Weberman is a prime example of the level some people can sink to in their own self-serving, ego-maniacal, obsessional... yes, Self Portraits. Remember the Bizarro World of the Superman Comics?
RECORDS
(The following is printed as an artifact; thus, this qualifies as caveat emptor. Mr. Weberman is a prime example of the level some people can sink to in their own self-serving, ego-maniacal, obsessional... yes, Self Portraits.
Remember the Bizarro World of the Superman Comics? This review is, undoubtedly, the bizarro equivalent of whatever its author pretends to be. Beyond the factual errors, symptoms of a madness so vile it drives one to the depths of despair, the review is simply the reductio ad absurdum of everything that responsible journalism in the alternative culture represents.
But the factual errors should be cleared up; it’s obvious that Dylan, for example, didn’t write “The Boxer” but not so obvious, especially since Weberman has used the old technique of contextual removal, that Country Joe’s “Hey Bobby” is really written about Bobby Hutton, the first slain Black Panther. What this says about A.J. Weberman’s racim is obvious, as obvious as is his obsession with being spectator to whatever he thinks Bob Dylan’s doing. The innuendos, (e.g. “so-called motorcycle accident”) are hopefully so apparent that they need not be discussed.