All Good Bob’s…
All our musical heroes are dying, or thankfully getting old. Eighty might be the point that a Bob doesn’t want to carry on doing the endless tour, and instead puts his feet up with a fortifying glass of Dylan branded whiskey and a good dog by his feet, catching up on a few movies, perhaps, […]More
False Idols or Johnny’s Bad Basement Medicine (Dylan)
Look, I don’t want to be an iconoclast, I don’t even much care about who or what other people choose to worship, even if that is Bob Dylan. What does bother me are phoneys and Dylan is the biggest phoney that ever won a nobel prize for literature. He is even a bigger phoney than […]More
This evening’s musical listening pleasure has to be Jokerman. It is the obvious April Fool’s Day choice, I know, but it is the very best of 80’s Bob. It was a pretty dark decade, but Dylan’s still got it, those lyrics come flowing. Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister, sings Dylan. Did […]More
Treasures: 1965 with Ginsburg and Dylan.
Dear Alan Ginsburg Alan Ginsburg, I can never remember where I’ve heard your name always said twice, but for the longest time his name has always exited my lips in the double incantation, conjuring you up with a nod and a smile from whatever plane you now exist on. He had his strange ideas, but […]More
Some songs just aren’t meant to be sung, they are too personal, too raw, too dangerous, too honest. I’ve done it. I wrote the lines “I told him I didn’t like driving across water/He told me he had a daughter, and was married to someone who wasn’t me.” It’s unsingable, it takes too much bravery, […]More