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Photo via Hotel Chelsea Blog.
The bloggers over at the Hotel Chelsea have been keeping an eye on the new management of their ever-changing home, and most recently noted some falsified DOB construction permits obtained "in a move designed to sidestep requirement for certificate of non-harassment."
Today they've got photographic proof of the construction, and Bob Dylan fans: cover your eyes. The singer's former residence at the hotel, room #211, "where he lived in the 60s, writing 'Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands,' and so many other great songs from his Blond on Blond album" is being destroyed! The room had pretty much stayed the same since Dylan was inhabiting it, something The Man and their sledgehammers are changing fast. Stanley Bard would surely object.
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that's Blonde on Blonde actually
Just another example of why we should support congestion pricing and create more bike lanes.
In your face gas-guzzling SUV's!!!
stayin up for days in the Chelsea Hotel, writing Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands for you
I think this whole story is a tad overblown. Does that green paint look like something that's been there since the sixties? This room has definitely been changed since Dylan lived there...at the very least, it clearly wasn't preserved untouched.
its kind of creepy, this idea that we need to fetishize every stupid artifact of someone's existence. I'm sure Dylan could give a crap if they bulldozed the whole place, he's moved on. We need to do the same.
I always liked Dylan Thomas and all the great hits he wrote. Why did they destroy that shrine?
OH GOD. WHO CARES?!?
BOO HOO HOO HOO
"...business men they drink my wine, plough men dig my earth.
none of them along the line know what any of it is worth..."
exactly, kapusta
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
This is sooo...Elad.
This is sooo...Elad.
I think ol' Robert Zimmerman is just fine - he could have even bought the hotel in theory if he gave a shit about preserving it.
http://www.nypost.com/seven/01222007/gossip/pagesix/manse_for_dylan_pagesix_.htm
A 30 room mansion and SERVANT'S QUARTERS! I wonder if it came with free servants.