As a present to Abe Lincoln, here is Bob Dylan that is worth watching, here is playing the typewriter while Joan Baez sings his song:
Here he is with one of the first music videos, I also think it is the first rap song:
The weird guy in the background is Allen Ginsberg, who wrote the famous poem titled Howl (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179381 ). I loved all that beat generation stuff in college (Kerouac and to a much lesser extent Bukowski). At the end of Howl, Allen Ginsberg goes on to say “Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! monstrous bombs!” Good lord that poem resonated with me, Allen Ginsberg and I hated THE MAN who keeps us down – aka Moloch who suppresses individuality, the machinery of capitalism and imperialism. Late in college, I worked at the Doylestown bookstore and they allowed me to borrow all their books as long as I returned them in relatively good shape. I read a ton there, but fell in love with Ernest Hemingway’s pursuit of adventure and honest way of writing. Ayn Rand provided a robust counterpoint to Ginsberg with The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged.
One time I stopped in Woodstock, NY – I had places to be and it just happened to be on the way, but I barely had time to stop, but I needed to see it, so I parked the car, hopped out in my shirt & tie and started walking down the sidewalk. A man that resembled Allen Ginsberg who wore a very weird cloak and had a large walking stick with bells on the end of it noticed me. He started to run towards me, shaking his stick so the bells jingled like crazy, I swear he was calling me Moloch. He hastened my brief stop and contemplated its meaning for awhile.
If I see that man again, it would no longer bother me.
Happy Birthday Abe Lincoln, glad you kept the union together.