Please Please Plug In, Bob

This morning I watched the first hour of the Bob Dylan: No Direction Home DVD and all I keep thinking was: folkies give me the creeps. For every authentic dude like Woody Guthrie, you get a dozen yahoos playing dressup and trying to act all "authentic."

In all the late-fifties/early-sixties footage, easily the most exciting guy I saw was Gene Vincent - who we see kicking rock 'n' roll ass with the Blue Caps while they tear through Little Richard's "Rip It Up." Plus it sounded a ton more authentic than anything happening in the Village.