There were Bob Dylan records in the house when I was a kid. My parents were not and are not hippies. Quite the opposite to be honest but they were of that generation and they were of that age and they bought those records and I listened to them.
Dylan, Johnny Cash, Simon & Garfunkel and Leonard Cohen. I never really got Leonard Cohen.
Dylan had the funny voice and the strange words and the stories. The tapes my parents had were from the seventies when he was past his best but I liked them. I liked the live at Budokhan tape and over the years I tracked down the rest of his stuff, listened to much of it, read books about him and learned to play some of his songs. Dylan taught me you could sing in your own voice and forget about what anyone else thought.
As the years have gone by we have managed to see how Dylan worked. He re-worked his songs time and time again with massive evolutions and mutations between takes. You can put together your own version of classic albums using mp3s and those version may, for you, supersede the original.
He was recently put up for a Nobel prize for literature, an unheard-of thing for a writer of pop songs. Songs that have soundtracked much of the past 50 years. Songs that have twisted the concept of pop. I saw him once, playing in Glasgow maybe 20 years ago. If I remember properly it was pretty good.
Saturday, October 29, 2016
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