Dennis Herring

bon vivant, !@#$ *occasionally paid* political strategist. etc.

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

Sometimes I’ll just be going about my day and then I remember the gang and have a little smile.

[Andrew Donaldson @four4thefire]

Sometimes I’ll just be going about my day and then I remember the gang and have a little smile.

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

oh that? That's the Kendrick Korridor.

[big tobacco theorist @no_one__wins]

What goes on over here?

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

Sounds like ol Petey thinks he’s out.

[Jonah Goldberg @JonahDispatch]

Everything is so stupid.

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@Bmac Gary Gunton used to have bfst there every day!

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

yea! h/t to Paul Williams!

[Hollywood Horror Museum @horrormuseum]

Ann Turkel, actress and Widow of Richard Harris, posted this wonderful video, and it's the only time Johnny Carson ever walked off his own show!

With Paul Williams and George Peppard

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@Bmac i like how in this clip he yells out "Runt's Lib!"

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

Game, Set, Match.

[Rene Brochier @Rene_Brochier]

Je ne m'en lasse pas de cette première rencontre en mai 1965 à l'hôtel Savoy de Londres entre un jeune Donovan de 19 ans intimidé et un Dylan curieux qui reprend vite la main sur ce "duel" improvisé par la presse avec "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue".

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

I love a great pen.

[Matty Dread @MattyDread]

A very clever pun

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@realScottWargin @TrueFactsStated I kno- for us Herring eating salmon is part of the thrill

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@dieworkwear Thom Brown & Down

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@FrankLuntz @jamestalarico @AbdulElSayed I honestly would love your opinion on that question, @FrankLuntz. Pls? :)

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@agraybee RELATED: Can Trump be sandboxed?

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

Often, the left hand just needs a little more diesel.

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[Ron Carter @RonCarterBass]

Especially when driving with the top open! Enjoy your #SundayFunday...

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

"...a kind of celebration of ignorance."

[Frank Luntz @FrankLuntz]

How accurate was Carl Sagan’s 1995 prediction about America?

“I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time — when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the key manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness.”

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@FrankLuntz Don't fight data centers- OWN data centers.
Don't fear AI- LEARN AI.

but that's jus me.

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@mtunze YEP

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

Things not dark brown?

[Puzzle Mind @PuzzleMindsa]

What's missing from this breakfast?

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

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[Raoul Duke @batcountry1980]

Then there’s Dylan himself. And, of course, when we think of Dylan, words are where a song’s true power lies. Yet what I love about I’m Not There is that, in this moment, Dylan sounds like one of us.

How much time have we each spent deciphering his lyrics, searching for clues, piecing together meaning between the lines? Here, Dylan seems to be doing the same. Again, there are traces of the thin wild mercury sound in its impressionistic imagery, yet here the mercury is liquid, shifting as he sings. He sounds unsure of the muse’s intentions, where she is leading him, what the song wishes to reveal. He seems less like the great songwriter delivering a finished work than a fan hearing a Dylan song for the first time, following its strange turns and trying to discover where they lead. The garbled words and freshly formed sentences aren’t so much communicating a settled thought as capturing the act of thought itself, the meaning forever just beyond reach.

We can hear Dylan as a conduit, music flowing through him. He chips away as though I’m Not There is trapped inside a block of marble, his tongue carving out the words till it takes shape, a song shrouded in sadness. The fact he never returns to it only makes it all the more incredible. It’s as though he and the muse wrestled with this one, the band fed off their energy, and whatever happened in that room could never be summoned again.

Still, Dylan might be struggling with more than the search for meaning. His upstate exodus is where he shall be released, yielding the sepia-toned tunes steeped in the rustic Americana of a bygone world. Here be music pulled from the earth, played by musicians with the dirt still beneath their fingernails, setting Dylan on the path to John Wesley Harding, with its sparse arrangements and biblical allusions. Bible Bob flickers through I’m Not There, with its talk of Kingdoms above, angels and the Lord. But if derangement of the senses Dylan also appears in its passages, then the man who sang “he not busy being born is busy dying”, is drifting dangerously close to reincarnation. This is not where the music of Big Pink was meant to lead him. All the more reason to leave this one locked in the basement.

And yet, despite the song’s flickering existence and its author’s internal friction, it still sounds somehow whole. You wouldn’t want it tidied up. I’m glad Dylan never revisited it and gave us the definitive version. Its incompleteness is the point: a fleeting glimpse of genius, reached out for and caught as it passed, before slipping slowly through his fingers. We’re left with this one extraordinary recording, a capture of creation that can never be recreated, and a song that seems to exist nowhere beyond the few minutes in which it came into being.

As fans, we spend so much of our time searching for the meaning behind the songs, deciphering puzzles within the work to better understand their creator. It is an impossible task, and this song acts as the personification of this, shifting before our eyes, or ears, as the case might be, just as Dylan does. For how can we solve its meaning when the words remain so indecipherable? What I hear in a line, not just its meaning but the very words themselves, might be completely different from what you hear. Nobody can quite define the lyrics, and Dylan himself sounds as though he’s still trying to discover where they’re taking him. Perhaps that’s why he left the song abandoned, as even he couldn’t quite grasp what had passed through him as it was played.

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[David French @DavidAFrench]

Watch this, please. What a remarkable, courageous, and kind person. His admiration for the unarmed teacher who took on the shooter shines through. Please pray for him. He's carrying a lot -- there is such a cost to taking a life, even when it's necessary.

[Dennis Herring @dcherring]

@DeanxRiley @RadioFreeTom @grok Ha!