Picking favorite Dylan songs is like picking a favorite child. Each is intricate and well laid out. Even if he thinks otherwise. His arrangements change from year to year. He’s completely evolving at every moment. In 1965, at the Newport Folk Festival, he unintentionally did the most punk thing ever. Even more punk than Ian or Sid. Yes. He said, “Fuck You” to traditional folk music and picked up an electric guitar. And people started listening with their other ear. End of the era of protest song. And Bob started something new and interesting and more profound. Music could be more than just lyrics and melody. More than a chorus here and verse here.
It’s still just as inspiring now to hear music by Dylan. Words can’t explain it. Even Bob couldn’t. Actually, I bet he could. And he has.
I think the true testament is the fact that I can listen to Like A Rolling Stone over and over and over again and I don’t get sick of it. It’s not like Stairway To Heaven. Sorry Jimmy. I can’t take it. I remember pulling out of Jessie H’s driveway sometime in college and really hearing Like A Rolling Stone. I had heard this song since I was a sperm, but at that moment I had heard it for the first time. And I still ask myself the same rhetorical question he begged 43 years ago. Don’t you?
PS. Thank you, Sir Dylan.
- All I Really Want To Do (Another Side Of Bob Dylan)
- Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again (Blonde On Blonde)
- Shelter From The Storm (Blood On The Tracks)
- Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right (The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan)
- Like A Rolling Stone (Highway 61 Revisted)
- The Mighty Quinn [Quinn the Eskimo] (Self Portrait)
- Love Minus Zero / No Limit (Bringing It All Back Home)
- The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest (John Wesley Harding)
- When The Deal Goes Down (Modern Times)
- Girl From North Country w/ Johnny Cash (Nashville Skyline)
Last night Emily and I finished up the Martin Scorsese documentary, No Direction Home. The film focused on the first few years of Bob Dylan’s career, unbeknownst to me. This documentary soon solidified a fact that I had already thought about for years, but hadn’t really made tangible.
It was the fact that Dylan was more punk than many of the so-called punk rockers. I am sure people who went to school for music or those crazy music critics would say differently because he didn’t have a mohawk or something trivial like that. But he defines what punk means to me, regardless of what his peers or the media thought.
That’s all for today.
Yesterday was the lazy saturday i have needed for months. Emily and myself did hardly nothing. We went to Fresh Fields to get some random groceries. We slept a little and then went to Barnes and Noble to get books on New England for our mad huge road trip. Of course this place sucks me in and i went in to the music section to find some CDs i had been looking to get for a while. I picked up:
Powaqqatsi by Philip Glass
and Arcana * Ameriques * Ionisation by Edgar Varese
But it didnt stop there. I found some great books on acoustics. And a book on travelling through New England by tent. Picked up:
Fundamentals of Musical Acoustics (2nd Edition) by Arthur H. Benade
and The Best in Tent Camping – New England – A Guide for Car Campers who hate RVs, Concrete Slabs and Loud Portable Stereo’s by Lafe Low.
So that was that…we looked through a lot of travel books of New England. We also looked for books on Iceland but had no such luck. Oh well. I guess Iceland doesnt really exist. Like Rhode Island.
After the bookstore experience we came home and found the air conditioning to be broken. Great…my fucking luck. The dead middle of the summer and our box breaks. So we all (Laura, her friend Laura, Emily and myself) decided to head down the street (litterally) to the movies and check out the new Austin Powers flick. All in all it was funny. But outside of the copius cameos and the awful product placement the movie was not all that it was cracked up to be. I mean yeah, it was funny, but the mac logos, the aol logons, the starbucks cup, britney spears (exception). It was just excessive. Considering it was a part three, it was pretty damn funny. Can you say that about any other three part comedy? Have there ever been any three part comedies?
Today is Bob Dylan in Baltimore. Emily’s Father got us Media Passes which i hope allows us to take photos. We’ll see!
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”