Mark Goldberg


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Fox Group Dispatch

Reflecting on my back pages

I’ll be taking a little unscheduled time away for the next couple weeks for some important family time.

Unfortunately, the timing means I will be out of the country when the CRTC begins the oral phase of its “Examination of differential pricing practices related to Internet data plans.”

I have written extensively about those kinds of issues over the past few years. Links to many of those posts can be found in my piece from last week, “Differential pricing is about consumer choice.”

A variety of events have been making me think about “My Back Pages”, written by this year’s Literature Nobel Laureate Bob Dylan in 1964. In my view, the best performance of that song was when Bob Dylan joined Roger McGuinn, Tom Petty, Neil Young, Eric Clapton and George Harrison at the 30th anniversary concert in October, 1992 at Madison Square Garden. That evening gathered quite a mix of artists and I highly recommend the concert video.

Last week, I marked 36 years since I started working full time in telecommunications. By the time I started work in the fall of 1980, this composition was already 16 years old.

Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.

My Back Pages
Bob Dylan
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

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