If you play the gee-tahr and like Mr Zimmerman's work, you need to spend some time on |this time-suck site,| where you will learn that "Blood on the Tracks" is his best album. (I can't link directly to the page, but if you click on the album links down the left-hand column of the home page, you'll find a link to it.
And lots of tablature, and for our favorite luthier, a description of the various (surprisingly upscale) instruments Dylan played over the years.
True, but Dyan's larger ouvre and greater social impact probably tipped the scale. Cohen's very personal, and Dylan at least used to be more about social issues. "Only a Pawn in their Game," for instance.
Neither one of 'em could "sing," in the sense of a Pavarotti or Sinatra. And nobody else could ever sing Dylan's best songs.
♪♫I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean:
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right,
I'm just staying home tonight,
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
That time cannot decay.
I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the USA.♪♫
Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
…
Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
– "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" by Dylan, B.
There's particular joy in quoting Dylan lyrics today.
I"m conflicted. On behalf of all the awesome authors (of written, page-bound or whichever medium) who might have qualified over the years.
I need to get more familiar w/ Dylan's work first, beyond the immediately obvious oeuvres.
The cynic in me has fading hopes the book form will survive an era embracing quick-fix fiction, diminished appreciation of poetry (remember 'poetry slams'?), article skimming, shorthand message'ing and a market crowded with self-publishing solo scribblers and mega-merged power-publishing-houses.
Dylan's voice I'm aware has had profound cultural as well as musical, poetic, political etc. impact over many years and I don't mean to understate the influence. And I also realize there's much to discover in emerging writers following his wake, the medium and message might be evolving and I'll adjust but I'll prefer to read about it in a battered volume checked out from the library (just kidding, I'll just watch "I'm Not There" as a shortcut)~
/rant
Surprising, given the proliferation of Taco trucks on every street corner. I do see that IHOP still has their "Unlimited All-Day Nobel laureate Pancake Special", though. Good for him.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe.
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
Please delete my duplicate post above.
What a great day this is for the sons of Hibbing hardware store owners!
Ya sure? Different linky and all, nobody minds that…
Yeah man! First American arts Nobel winner since Toni Morrison. We're all just so desperate for Nice-Time news.
Yeah. Let all the exultation happen here. What a beautiful surprise.
Done. I heard this on the B'more NPR station on the way in and it's made my day.
Thanks. We've got to conserve those electrons and pixels!
Stuck inside of Wonkville with the duplicate post blues again.
Tangled up in Twos
If you play the gee-tahr and like Mr Zimmerman's work, you need to spend some time on |this time-suck site,| where you will learn that "Blood on the Tracks" is his best album. (I can't link directly to the page, but if you click on the album links down the left-hand column of the home page, you'll find a link to it.
And lots of tablature, and for our favorite luthier, a description of the various (surprisingly upscale) instruments Dylan played over the years.
Thanks! Prob. my all time favorite Dylan disc.
Bass guitar, but it was a long time ago, I don't admit it in polite company and the nightmares are just about gone now.
THAT"S BLUE!!!
This might be considered heresy, but I would give Leonard Cohen a slight edge over Dylan as a poet.
True, but Dyan's larger ouvre and greater social impact probably tipped the scale. Cohen's very personal, and Dylan at least used to be more about social issues. "Only a Pawn in their Game," for instance.
Neither one of 'em could "sing," in the sense of a Pavarotti or Sinatra. And nobody else could ever sing Dylan's best songs.
He was born like this, he had no choice.
Born with the gift of a golden voice.
According to HuffPo, Leonard's not taking the news well.
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Actually the linked New Yorker |article| is pretty good.
The singer must die for the lie in his voice.
I now know where the famous blue raincoat came from.
♪♫I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean:
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right,
I'm just staying home tonight,
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
That time cannot decay.
I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the USA.♪♫
Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
…
Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"
(from, you guessed it, "Desolation Row")
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
– "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" by Dylan, B.
There's particular joy in quoting Dylan lyrics today.
How about nominees?
I"m conflicted. On behalf of all the awesome authors (of written, page-bound or whichever medium) who might have qualified over the years.
I need to get more familiar w/ Dylan's work first, beyond the immediately obvious oeuvres.
The cynic in me has fading hopes the book form will survive an era embracing quick-fix fiction, diminished appreciation of poetry (remember 'poetry slams'?), article skimming, shorthand message'ing and a market crowded with self-publishing solo scribblers and mega-merged power-publishing-houses.
Dylan's voice I'm aware has had profound cultural as well as musical, poetic, political etc. impact over many years and I don't mean to understate the influence. And I also realize there's much to discover in emerging writers following his wake, the medium and message might be evolving and I'll adjust but I'll prefer to read about it in a battered volume checked out from the library (just kidding, I'll just watch "I'm Not There" as a shortcut)~
/rant
You could read Dylan's book Chronicles, which is well-written and fascinating if you like this sort of music.
Most of those Nobel Laureates just use their prize for 20% off at Red Lobster (participating stores only).
Surprising, given the proliferation of Taco trucks on every street corner. I do see that IHOP still has their "Unlimited All-Day Nobel laureate Pancake Special", though. Good for him.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe.
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
One day, long ago, I spent the day at work singing "Knockin' On Heaven's Door". Co-workers were ready to have me taken in for evaluation.
I met some of my best friends on the Group W bench.
going back in time, weej?
Are you suggesting Bob's voice is or was good?
Wow, is is National Redacted Day again. How time flies!
Not [this one?]
Hey weej, didja see the little bridge that wouldn't? http://www.arktimes.com/ArkansasBlog/archives/201…
Do they groan when you say things like that?