Posted on 04/29/2022 1:34:34 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Nice. Thanks.
Interesting tidbit
But be wary of today’s rock mags — typically replete with Leftist tripe.
I never found Bob Dylan to be all that great. I guess I just don’t get it.
He may not have released an official studio album, but he had been recording. He had waxed some discs in a studio in Cucamonga, Calif., at the time a wide spot along Rte. 66 in the middle of the San Bernardino Valley's wine country.
The World's Greatest Sinner--Baby Ray & the Ferns (1963)
Dynamo hum bump.
5.56mm
Such horrendous writing. My favorite is “achilleas heal.”
It helps if your name is also Bob.
Yes. That stopped me right there. I couldn’t read any more.
I don’t “get” Bob Dylan either.
I have never owned a record, album or a cassette of Dylan or Zappa. They were just not listenable. The same goes for the Greatful Dead. There was a lot of great music over the entire length of the the 20th Century. It was not by them. The best thing that Dylan ever accomplished was touring with others who were better.
The writer talks like he and Dylan and Zappa are members of a secret club which we can’t enter because we don’t know the code.
That song continues to irritate me to this day and I hope I never have to hear it again.
There is music that is art, and there is music that sells. Very rarely have the two ever found a conjunction in the Venn diagram.
As Hermann Hesse put it, "Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours."
I’ve learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It’s them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side
1962
That song is a self-pitying adolescent whine. So lame. Why is it embraced? I can only guess that there are millions who think it represents something authentic, which they are too inarticulate to define and too feckless to pursue, which they sense is absent from their pointless existences. The song fairly begs for parody — as does its author.
LOL. 🙂
Best version of the song is Hendrix’s at Monterey Pop IMO. He forgot the lyrics and skipped a verse but his R&B flavored rhythm guitar totally makes the song.
This is my rifle
This is my gun
This one for killin
This one for fun
1968
8^)
5.56mm
Exactly.
crucifies the crux
Huh?
Got a chuckle from this:
As sinner he’s a winner
Honey, he’s no beginner
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