Then he ought to feel right at home.
Who the hell told Dylan he could sing anyway?
Some talent in the industry might help a little. Worth a try, anyway.
And then there is Bob Dylan who really articulated his words and impressed up with his vocals....
The times they are a changin.
He's a legend in his own mind.
Right message, wrong messenger.
There are exceptions and good production can be OK.
"Back in my day, we made records that sounded decent! And we didn't have them newfangled CDs! And don't get me started on 'downloading!'"
- Bob Dylan
Here are some more "back in my days" from a contest sponsored by the Washington Post:
In my day, we didn't have mouses to move the cursor around. We only had the arrows, and if the up arrow was broken and you needed to get to the top of the screen, well, you just hit the left arrow a thousand times, dadgummit.
In my day, we couldn't afford shoes, so we went barefoot. In the winter we had to wrap our feet with barbed wire for traction.
In my day, we didn't have hand-held calculators. We had to do addition on our fingers. To subtract, we had to have some fingers amputated.
In my day, we didn't have fancy high numbers. We had "nothing," "one," "twain" and "multitudes."
In my day, we didn't get that disembodied, slightly ticked-off voice saying `Doors closing.' We got on the train, the doors closed, and if your hand was sticking out it scraped along the tunnel all the damn way to the next station and it was a bloody stump at the end.
In my day, attitudes were different. For example, women didn't like sex. At least that is what they told me.
In my day, we didn't have virtual reality. If a one-eyed razorback barbarian warrior was chasing you with an ax, you just had to hope you could outrun him.
Back in the 1970s we didn't have the space shuttle to get all excited about. We had to settle for men walking on the crummy moon.
In my day, we didn't have days. There was only "time for work," "time for pray" and "time for sleep." The sheriff would go around and tell everyone when to change.
In my day, people could only dream of hitchhiking a ride on a comet.
In my day, we didn't have fancy health-food restaurants. Every day we ate lots of easily recognizable animal parts, along with potatoes drenched in melted fat from those animals. And we're all as strong as AAGGKK-GAAK Urrgh. Thud.
When I was your age, we didn't have fake doggie-do. We only had real doggie-do, and no one thought it was a damn bit funny.
In my day, we didn't have water. We had to smash together our own hydrogen and oxygen atoms.
Kids today think the world revolves around them. In my day, the sun revolved around the world, and the world was perched on the back of a giant tortoise.
In the old days, nobody asked you to sign petitions. The sheriff just came to your house and told you you was part of a posse.
In my day, we didn't have dogs or cats. All I had was Silver Beauty, my beloved paper clip.
Back in my day, "60 Minutes" wasn't just a bunch of gray-haired liberal 80-year-old guys. It was a bunch of gray-haired liberal 60-year-old guys.
In my day, we didn't have Strom Thurmond. Oh, wait. Yes we did ...
Guess he's never listened to Guy Clark, Lyle Lovett, Deryl Dodd, Pat Green (before he went to Nashville), Larry Joe Taylor, Charlie Robison, Jack Ingram or any other singer/songwriter/musicians from down here in Texas.
its not the technology that makes the music suck, its the lack of talent that we have been seeing for the last 15-20 years....
He is right if referring to the Crap explosion...err rap explosion...but there is some quality music out there- it is just not up front with the pop hits. Dylan needs to look deeper.
I happen to think that he's right. It could be that music is just reverting to the norm. Back in the 60's and maybe early 70's the importance of music as a societal phenomenon was elevated, probably compared to the historical baseline. It could be that over much of human history musicians were mostly there for pleasant background noise. Sure you've got Bach, Beethoven, Mozart and the rest, but I would think typically the court minstrel was maybe just one notch above the status scale to the court jester. It could be there was a "golden age" of the Beatles, Presley, Hendrix, (and yes, Dylan) where music and musicians took on an importance that was out of line with historical precedent. Maybe what we are experiencing now is just returning back to baseline. Music now is just a background for a film, a plane trip, an ecard or whatever. It will probably take something major (and maybe something we can't even yet imagine) to change all of this.
I dunno. Be Yourself by AudioSlave is a great song.
Someone falls to pieces
Sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
She finally drifts away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
And catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave
And to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Someone finds salvation in everyone
Another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united
Healthy or insane
And to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Be yourself is all that you can do
Even when you've paid enough
Been put upon or been held up
Every single memory of the good or bad
Faces of LUCK
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win or lose
But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do, (fade out)
There precious little that's been released since the early 70's that's worth a bucket of spit.
20? Try 25 pal. The decline of Western music began immediately after the advent of MTV. It`s when sight when declared more important than sound for music, and when the music holocaust began, something that continues to this day. Hopefully one day it will be over and our grandkids can ask us how we ever survived this. Like Stevie Wonder says, for music, image never mattered much to him.