; Tangled Up In Blue: Cassidy

Monday, November 21, 2005


Fritz Lang had a less than pleasing encounter with Neal Cassidy's son.

Sounds like Cassidy Jr. was a bit of momzer, and left our poor Fritz tonguetied and less than impressed. I, of course, only think of Robert Hunter's lyrics in connection with Cassidy, and none of his actual poetry. Funny, when the man memorializing you in song is the much better poet. Life has irony like that.

Rest assured, Fritz, that the Younger Cassidy is just pimping daddy's name to get some (as we've been known to say on Tour) ass and grass.

Hey. I linked to the song. This post is kinda musical. Kinda.


Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Not to be a jerk, although I am certainly qualified, but the dumbass beatnik's name was Cassady. As in Neal. Not Cassidy. As in David.

Before anyone gets wrapped around the axle that their patron saint was called a dumbass beatnik, I think "On The Road" is an great American classic and a personal favorite. It doesn't make ol' Neal any less of a dumbass beatnik.

2:50 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Plus, Robert Hunter didn't write that song.

The song is called "Cassidy" after the young girl, who is now 35, who was a newborn at the time of it's writing.

2:57 PM  
Blogger Glen Dean said...

Cassidy was written by John Perry Barlow. It is probably my most favorite Bob Weir tune. The music parts of that song are awesome. Some of the old seventies bootlegs of that song featured some of Donna Jean's best vocals. As the song states "There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry", it is actually about both Neal and the young girl Cassidy. The girl was named after Neal Cassady, who hung out with the Dead before he finally died from eating all of that speed. She spelled her name differently and Barlow purposely spelled it the way she spelled it, when he wrote the song.

Barlow was an excellent lyricist, in my opinion. He wasn't as good as Robert Hunter, but he was still good. "Let It Grow", "Estimated Prophet", "Saint of Circumstance" and "Cassidy" are Barlow's best in my opinion. He wrote a few songs with Brent Mydland also, but nothing like the nuggets he wrote with Weir. Hunter wouldn't work with Weir after "Jack Straw". He didn't like how Weir screwed around and changed his lyrics.

6:04 PM  
Blogger dolphin said...

Since I can't post here anymore, I wanted to ask you Katherine (as the fellow Musical buff) if you're planning to see RENT when it's released tommorrow and if so will you post a review?

I'm seriously considering calling in sick to work for it ;-)

1:29 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

See, I really should double-check myself. Although I'm really frigging disappointed that Hunter didn't write Cassidy, because there goes all that mythology I had built in my head around it. Sorry for totally frigging up.

Dolphin, I probably won't see it tomorrow because I'm--as they say in the world--skint. Well, that and the fact that my normal movie-going companion hates most musicals and has said that he'd rather I broil his guts on the grill. So I need to find a time when I've got spare cash and he's on a bike ride. Probably Friday early.

Let me know what you think of it.

You can email me if you don't want to hunt me down in the comments:


11:28 PM  
Blogger TVonthefritz said...

So Katherine, were you (or are you) in a rock band?

12:54 PM  

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