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Happy 70th

May 24, 2011
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Choosing a favorite Bob Dylan song is impossible.  It would be wrong to let his 70th birthday pass, though, without a singing his praises.

Hmm…  My voice is even worse than his.  I’ll let David Bowie handle this one.

Song For Bob Dylan

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Song of the Day — Bob Dylan

February 10, 2011
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Many people assume that Bob Dylan’s humor-blindness was acquired, not congenital.  Nope!  He actually lost it in a motorcycle accident when he was 25 years old.  You’ve seen those early photos of him wearing what look like big black sunglasses?  Those were actually funglasses. They blocked out funny things so that he could focus on not smiling.  (After the accident, he no longer needed prosthetic humor-dampening devices.)

He must have left the funglasses at home the day that he recorded this:

Talkin’ Hava Negeilah Blues

This one he recorded before he got his first pair of funglasses.  Recording equipment was primitive in those days — note the high level of ambient silliness that even the best 21st Century digital remastering cannot filter out:

I Shall Be Free No. 10

(Barry Goldwater jokes are no longer fashionable, but this was considered quite humorous at the time.)

Around that time, Dylan was introduced to Drugs (and vice-versa, of course).  Soon afterwards, he began wearing funglasses.  He didn’t want people to know that he and Drugs were seeing each other, and he thought the funglasses would help keep the relationship secret.  Unfortunately for him, he had already released “Motorpsycho Nitemare”.  No one who listened to it had any doubt: Dylan and Drugs were Doing It.

Motorpsycho Nitemare


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Song of the Day — Bob Dylan

November 27, 2010
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Once upon a very distant time, Bob Dylan was a skinny young guy with a great sense of humor who snuck fun little gems into albums that were otherwise full of earnest poetry and protest.  Like this one:

 

I Don’t Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)


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Song of the Day — Bob Dylan

May 12, 2010
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Back in college, I had many rituals.  Most of them were mindless.  Automatic.  Numbing.  Playing exactly 2100 games of solitaire in order to figure out the date I would die, instead of studying for my Econ finals, for example.  (December 13, 2053, if you’re interested.  In the evening.)  Walking across the quad to avoid stepping on the irregular bricks to the left of my dorm.  Making sure to realign my typewriter with the edge of my desk each time it shuddered out of position while I banged out a paper.

This was not obsessive compulsive disorder.  This was somehow graduating from high school not knowing how to blunt the worst of anxiety and stress.

Early in my second year, I discovered a new type of ritual.  Hit an emotional wall and realize I need to retreat.  Head up to my dorm room at an ungodly early hour, like midnight, while my roommate Steve was still out.  Put on a record, turn off the lights, lie in my bed, and ride the magic carpet of those songs until I fell asleep.

Most record sides didn’t work right.  A bad song here, a loud or out of place one there, and I would fall off the carpet and remember who or where I was.

Side Two of Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks was the best.  If I could have transposed “You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go” to that side of the record it would have been perfect.  As it was, “Meet Me in the Morning” pulled me in, loud and slow.  “Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts”, with its simple narrative and repetitive music lulled me.  “If You See Her, Say Hello”, slow and sad, kept the mood going.

Honestly, though, if the side had just repeated the last two songs over and over I would have been in heaven.  This one gave me hope for love and comfort:

Shelter From The Storm

And this last one gave me the surprising idea that maybe I could ride the turmoil and confusion like I rode these songs.  Without needing shelter from the storm.  On a magic carpet that freed me from the need to avoid irregular bricks and misaligned typewriters, that made me able even to let the date of my death be what it will be.

I like your smile and your fingertips

I like the way that you move your hips

I like the cool way you look at me.

Everything about you is bringing me misery.

Buckets Of Rain


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Song of the Day — Bob Dylan

February 17, 2010
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This is one of them Jew songs, I think.

Talkin’ Hava Negeilah Blues


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Drunk with power

January 26, 2010
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Now that I have figured out how to upload music, I will inflict the two other songs (besides “Words” by Lucinda Williams) that run through my head these days.  It’s my blog, and I am king!  All bow down to me!

Very nice bowing.  Now I will join you in worshipping this music.

Oh, Sister

Thank you, Bob Dylan.  Now let’s listen to Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova.

Love That Conquers

Mmm.


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