Monday, March 03, 2003

It's not the end of the world...

...but you can see it from there.  And if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. 

Imagine, if you will, a television commercial for the Victoria’s Secret “Angels Collection”, with surreal post-modern young women lounging about in underwear and feathery wings as out-of-focus images of Venice swirl across the screen.  Imagine the soundtrack for such a commercial:

I’m walking through streets that are dead
...
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Recognize the words?  That’s three of the four lines of the opening verse of Bob Dylan’s Love Sick, from his 1997 release, Time Out of Mind.  Yes, that’s right ... Dylan has sold his song for use in a commercial.  A Victoria’s Secret commercial, fercryinoutloud.  Not only that, if it isn’t Bob himself croaking out the lyrics, then it’s a spot-on mimic.

Bob Dylan singing a lingerie ad… This must be a nightmare… When I wake up from it, who knows what else will prove to have been just a flight of (very scary) fancy?