If you spent the afternoon watching VH1’s History of Rock ‘n Roll (given the stock Sunday options you could have done plenty worse) and specifically the Bob Dylan mid-60s, then Ian Svenonius’s “Eat the Rocument” essay is a must read. Fortunately I have scanned and uploaded it for you. It’s included in The Psychic Soviet, a book I am now re-reading for the 78th time. I suggest you search the Internet hi and lo for it. Going direct will help. Here’s a favorable review that reaffirms my advice so you really have no reason not to trust it. Your effort will be rewarded, for once. [Previously: Searching for Eternal Truth]

I met Ian when I was at SilverDocs, for the second time in 11 years. He claims he remembers the first time––which was when some friends of mine and I ended up going out for coffee with him, Michelle Mae, Calvin Johnson and Erik Erlandson (yes, seriously) after the last Jabberjaw show in 1997––but I’m sure he was just being polite. Anyway, he said two things last week of note:

1) Complaining about the current state of independent film, he said, “It’s like in the punk rock days, when there was a fear of melody––now there’s a fear of narrative, like god forbid we make it too easy.”

2) He then complained about Standard Operating Procedure (as well he should), and asked me what films at SilverDocs (an all-non-fiction festival) that I would recommend instead. I suggested My Winnipeg, which he hadn’t heard of. I told him a little about it, and he shook his head sadly. “The Canadians are just killing us right now.”