<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827</id><updated>2011-11-15T22:32:50.302-05:00</updated><category term='samba'/><category term='Brasileiro'/><category term='beth carvalholo'/><category term='silvia torres'/><category term='nazare pereira'/><category term='clara nunes'/><category term='chico cesar'/><category term='bossa nova'/><title type='text'>The Bob Dylan Cafe</title><subtitle type='html'>- A place for conversations about music</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/16/books/the-doors-by-greil-marcus-review.html"&gt;Listening Again to Rock's Wild Child and Finding Grandeur and Dread&lt;/a&gt;," is a review, by Dwight Garner, of the book, &lt;b&gt;A Lifetime of Listening to Five Mean Years&lt;/b&gt;, by Greil Marcus. &amp;nbsp;It was posted in The New York Times on 11/15/2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embedded in the book review are links to other favorable reviews of other books about rock that were written by Greil Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider this an exciting find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-6967832051897771826?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6967832051897771826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-3523626148243040433</id><published>2011-10-20T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:59:24.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Door's Jim Morrison as Poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/20/jim-morrison-poet_n_1021692.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/20/jim-morrison-poet_n_1021692.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-3523626148243040433?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3523626148243040433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=3523626148243040433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/3523626148243040433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/3523626148243040433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2011/10/doors-jim-morrison-as-poet.html' title='The Door&apos;s Jim Morrison as Poet'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-1629054929846535402</id><published>2011-09-24T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T07:38:39.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan Breathes Life into Hank Williams Lost Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;See the September 23, 2011 New York Times, Arts Beat column titled, "&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/25/arts/music/bob-dylan-assembles-the-lost-notebooks-of-hank-williams.html"&gt;Popcast: Opening the 'Lost Notebooks' of Hank Williams&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Bob Dylan is a huge fan of Hank Williams. &amp;nbsp;He is running a project to use contemporary pop musicians to write melodies and perform songs for which Hank Williams had written the lyrics but had not yet written the melody.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Notebook'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-6958481359187414171</id><published>2009-07-16T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T07:41:10.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Prez Gave up on Dylan - The New York Post 7/16/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;- the ironies and paradoxes of our culture&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-prez-gave-up-on-dylan-new-york-post.html' title='Why Prez Gave up on Dylan - The New York Post 7/16/09'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-3422701595499589859</id><published>2009-06-10T23:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:03:13.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne's Encounter with the Music of Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>Suzanne is a fellow member of the Communion and Liberation Movement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-3422701595499589859?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://veniteavedere.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-i-explain-what-this-means-to-me.html' title='Suzanne&apos;s Encounter with the Music of Bob Dylan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3422701595499589859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=3422701595499589859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/3422701595499589859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/3422701595499589859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2009/06/suzannes-encounter-with-bob-dylan.html' title='Suzanne&apos;s Encounter with the Music of Bob Dylan'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-6941162925989661320</id><published>2009-05-16T07:40:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:14:28.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat is Back!</title><content type='html'>The dream would be if the Islamic Cat Stevens and the Jewish Bob Dylan were to do a world tour together, for the purpose of promoting peace between peoples. (And I can't think of any Christian artists of their caliber.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the article at the URL, I completely relate to Cat' s statement that the biggest problem that he had to deal with as a superstar pop/rock musician was his own ego.  Though not a celebrity, at my age, I am acutely aware of the problems posed by my ego.  And like him, I think I now have it more under control than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat also speaks of the burden of being a sex symbol.  Now that's something I have not had to contend with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-6941162925989661320?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.newsweek.com/id/195670' title='The Cat is Back!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6941162925989661320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=6941162925989661320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/6941162925989661320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/6941162925989661320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-is-back.html' title='The Cat is Back!'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-5512242754079612310</id><published>2008-09-16T18:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:57:13.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Yorker publishes two poems by Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>The New Yorker published two recently discovered poems by Bob Dylan.  They were written in the 1960's as a collaboration with the photographer Barry Feinstein.  They appear in the September 22, 2008 print edition of the New Yorker, accompanied by a single photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the two poems, it should come as no surprise that Dylan's use of imagery is good, but he doesn't blend the images  together very well.  The poem, "21," falls short in terms of yielding a final sensory  image or emotional impression for the reader. In the poem, "17," the narrative is overly  jagged, a sort of drug or alcohol-like induced paranoia and resultant non sequiturs, reminiscent  of some of the beat literature.  It goes nowhere.  Don't quit your day job, Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/080922po_poem_dylan1" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.newyorker.com/&lt;wbr&gt;fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/&lt;wbr&gt;080922po_poem_dylan1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/080922po_poem_dylan2" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.newyorker.com/&lt;wbr&gt;fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/&lt;wbr&gt;080922po_poem_dylan2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For background on the discovery of the entire set of poems, see The New York Times article, " Dylan’s Poetic Pause in Hollywood on the Way to Folk Music Fame," by Julie Bosman, Aug. 15, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/16/books/16poem.html?_r=1&amp;amp;em&amp;amp;oref=slogin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-5512242754079612310?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5512242754079612310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=5512242754079612310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/5512242754079612310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/5512242754079612310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-yorker-publishes-two-poems-by-bob.html' title='The New Yorker publishes two poems by Bob Dylan'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-983042956633881241</id><published>2008-09-13T16:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:43:09.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Dylanology</title><content type='html'>In the above URL, the author makes the argument that the song, "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands," from the album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blond on Blond&lt;/span&gt;, is about the Catholic Church.  The author cites many of the other songs on the album as containing references to Catholicism.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blond on Blond &lt;/span&gt;was released in 1966, almost 15 years before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved&lt;/span&gt;, in 1980.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-983042956633881241?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m2242/is_1628_279/ai_79354004' title='Serious Dylanology'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/983042956633881241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=983042956633881241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/983042956633881241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/983042956633881241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2008/09/serious-dylanology.html' title='Serious Dylanology'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-4900273715168685143</id><published>2008-07-24T10:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:32:39.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan, Musicologist</title><content type='html'>Move your cursor over the above blog entry title and click on it.  This is why I wish I had satellite radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-4900273715168685143?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121399471988092751.html' title='Bob Dylan, Musicologist'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4900273715168685143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=4900273715168685143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/4900273715168685143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/4900273715168685143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2008/07/bob-dylan-musicologist.html' title='Bob Dylan, Musicologist'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-9048707613590509800</id><published>2008-06-12T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:04:44.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of the  History of Punk Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I completely missed the punk rock scene, though of course, though I heard the stuff that made it to radio (The Talking Heads and Blondie).  To put this in time perspective, I graduated from college in 1977.  America was still bummed out from the Vietnam War, Civil Rights, drugs, the assassinations, Watergate, and a few other things.   I was still listening to The Band, Bob Dylan, Arlo Guthrie, Credence Clearwater Revival, Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, Emerson Lake and Palmer; Steppenwolf, Steely Dan, Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd, Springsteen, and the rest of classic rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But punk was not my style, and most punk stunk!    However, there were exceptions, like The Clash.  I was also a fan of Patti Smith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had bought her very first album &lt;b style=""&gt;Horses &lt;/b&gt;(1975) when it came out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is also the co-author of the song, “Because the Night,” with Bruce Springsteen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Rock and Roll era ended with the last Clash album, in 1986.  Check out some of their songs: London Calling, The Magnificent Seven, This is Radio Clash, Straight to Hell, Armigideon Time, London's Burning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-9048707613590509800?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/12/books/12nowa.html' title='A Little Bit of the  History of Punk Rock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/9048707613590509800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=9048707613590509800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/9048707613590509800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/9048707613590509800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-bit-of-history-of-punk-rock.html' title='A Little Bit of the  History of Punk Rock'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-5704292671922443605</id><published>2008-04-27T11:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:41:15.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Chronicles, Volume I, by Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>I read Chronicles, Volume I over two years ago.  I didn't have the energy to consolidate all my thoughts and reactions into a coherent book review.  Here are my major impressions, as I recall them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning was a little dull, and I feared that the rest of the book was going to be just another formulaic narrative about a small town boy from the Midwest who comes to the big city and climbs his way to the top.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The biography of Madonna that I had read was just like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But by the end of the first chapter, Dylan reaches liftoff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a great read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike so many people in our therapeutic culture that feel the need to vent nearly every thought and feeling, Dylan always has an old-fashioned, taciturn personality. And he has written this autobiography, I sense that he has been very circumspect about what he has chosen to say about himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the book, I kept thinking that there must have been many interesting anecdotes and characters in the background that he wasn’t telling us about, that could have made for a fuller, more colorful story. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But it is clear from the book that Dylan doesn’t see why such details are important. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think he has any underlying mystery, complexity, or secrets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What you see is what you get. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is simply a stark personality, like a character in a Nathanial Hawthorne short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan comes across as essentially a regular guy with old-fashioned values. He is a hard worker and a family man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The public tried to draft him as the prophet of the movements and counterculture of the 60’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;However, he rejected that role, virulently. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He actually was not political minded at all. I think he was very realistic and knew his limitations. The one thing that can be said with certainty about him is that he was a genius at taking whatever topic was in the air at the time and making a great song out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dylan was a Jewish boy who grew up in the Protestant Midwest, I am interested in his religious and cultural influences.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was fascinating to hear Dylan talk about what a memorable occasion it was for him to play the role of a Roman Soldier in a Christian passion play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t say much about his conversion to Christianity or his later, resurgent Judaism.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of the Woodstock Generation and as someone who likes the arts and cultural things, I thoroughly enjoyed the portrayal of the Greenwich Village and the folk music scene in the 1960’s. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve always liked folk music.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I was very pleased to see that from his earliest years, Dylan was a serious folk musicologist. I admire him for that as much as anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sympathetic to the fact that he was depressed for while, later in his life, and for the same reasons that anybody else gets depressed. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It should show people that it can happen to anybody. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am disappointed in myself that after listening to his album, Oh Mercy, that I didn’t recognize that so many of the songs were a reflection of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan uses a certain, interesting narrative pattern in several places in the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will cite an event and his reaction to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will then go off on a tangent for many paragraphs or pages explaining his reaction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, after the reader has almost forgotten the original event, he returns to his jumping off point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes me wonder if he hasn’t spent many years in psychotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for Volume II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-5704292671922443605?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Chronicles-1-Bob-Dylan/dp/0743228154' title='Book Review: Chronicles, Volume I, by Bob Dylan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5704292671922443605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=5704292671922443605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/5704292671922443605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/5704292671922443605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-review-chronicles-volume-i-by-bob.html' title='Book Review: Chronicles, Volume I, by Bob Dylan'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-2979144179387130504</id><published>2007-05-13T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T07:07:12.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan and the Pope</title><content type='html'>Bob remains ever countercultural, ever the pop-prophet.  In the 60's he sang about social justice.  He has continued to sing about the nihilism, relativism, materialism, hedonism, and me-ism of today.   I only wish he had as much success inspiring the hearts and minds of young people today as he did in the 60's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-2979144179387130504?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.firstthings.com/onthesquare/?p=729' title='Bob Dylan and the Pope'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2979144179387130504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=2979144179387130504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/2979144179387130504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/2979144179387130504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2007/05/bob-dylan-and-pope.html' title='Bob Dylan and the Pope'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-8324130747061666123</id><published>2007-04-24T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:33:54.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beth carvalholo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico cesar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bossa nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasileiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silvia torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clara nunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazare pereira'/><title type='text'>CD: Brasileiro (1999)</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, it being Friday and especially being Spring, I was feeling especially good but feeling famished for music.  Deborah sits next to me, and I ask if she had anything I could listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only Deborah's day job.  She's an opera singer, and she's got a pretty good collection of music.  One of the CDs she loaned me was called Brasileiro (1999), a sample of contemporary Brazilian songs from 13 different artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brazilian Portuguese voice is very pretty, and the songs are romantic, hopeful, mournful, and full of life, all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite artists on the CD are Clara Nunes, Silvia Torres, Nazare Pereira, and Beth Carvallo.  I confess that I have a thing for good female voices, and these women definitely do it for me. But I also dig Chico Cesar's Mama Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read reviews and sample the sounds on the above URL at Amazon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-8324130747061666123?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Brasileiro-Various-Artists/dp/B00000IWNN' title='CD: Brasileiro (1999)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8324130747061666123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=8324130747061666123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/8324130747061666123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/8324130747061666123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2007/04/cd-brasileiro-1999.html' title='CD: Brasileiro (1999)'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-2049884913053168088</id><published>2007-01-27T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:07:01.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon - Remember</title><content type='html'>This is a recently released collection of songs by John Lennon, as a solo artist. The CD is currently being sold in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening, I got the distinct impression that John thought of himself as an “Artiste.” A critic once said of Billie Holiday that, career-wise, she was at her best as a nightclub entertainer but that after the success of her song, “Strange Fruit,” she began thinking of herself as an Artiste, and as a result, went into decline. I suspect that for John, his equivalent of Strange Fruit was getting involved with Yoko Ono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find the combination of Lennon’s writing and singing voice to be refreshing. As a solo song-writer, he was damn good at times, but he was no Bob Dylan. Of course, we do not know what he might have written had his life not been cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the songs here bore me, but there are a few goodies. I absolutely love, “Instant Karma! (We All Shine On).” It is an exuberant affirmation of personhood, purpose, and self-esteem. I never tire of it. If you have problems with the concept of Karma, just think of it as Grace instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically, most of the songs are good, with a few select exceptions. I recall some hipster-type critic years ago, maybe it was in the Village Voice, praising the artistic merits of, “Working Class Hero.” It may be from the gut and full of rage, but that doesn’t make it a good song. I would also put, “Mother,” in the same category, a from-the-gut, courageous confrontation with his demons but not a great song. “Remember,” is another attempt at reckoning with upbringing, and I keep skipping over it. The liner notes claim that several songs in the collection are deeply philosophical. I am not so sure about that but they are a deep, hard look at himself and his relationship with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sean’s Little Help,” is a loving cutie. Sean at age four tries singing, from memory, his father’s, “A Little Help from My Friends.” The dialogue from John shows him as such a wonderful, loving father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan was one of the few popular musicians that John Lennon could consider a peer, and John was still alive when Dylan went through the three albums of his born-again phase. Accordingly to Yoko Ono, his song, “God,” was intended as a dialogue with Dylan. Apparently, the bottom line with Lennon was that he did not believe in any absolute truths. Anyway, the song is fairly provocative, if self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imagine,” is simply a great song. I don’t need to say anything more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Going Down On Love (Instructions Only),” is not a song but instructions being given by Lennon to musicians in the studio, while trying to record the song. It is very interesting to hear his voice and observe his personality. He knew exactly what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like the song, “Nobody Told Me.” I am not sure if this recording is the same one that was played on the radio. It doesn’t seem to move me as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go back and give more of a listen to the songs I've been skipping over, like "Remember." Or maybe I've just outgrown any interest in deconstructing childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-2049884913053168088?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://eil.com/shop/moreinfo.asp?catalogid=376462' title='John Lennon - Remember'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2049884913053168088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=2049884913053168088&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/2049884913053168088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/2049884913053168088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/john-lennon-remember.html' title='John Lennon - Remember'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-116819200491879666</id><published>2007-01-07T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:25:14.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yusef Islam</title><content type='html'>The New York Times just published &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/07/magazine/07WWLN_Q4.t.html?ref=magazine"&gt;an interview of Yusef Islam&lt;/a&gt;, the pop music star formerly known as &lt;a href="http://www.catstevens.com/"&gt;Cat Stevens&lt;/a&gt; (He is on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/yusufislam"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, by the way.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a HUGE Cat Stevens fan. I know that many people chose to despised or hate him, and his music, because his conversion to Islam.  It did not dampen my enthusiasm. His dropping out of the music scene following his conversion thirty years ago was far more disappointing to me than the conversion itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime after 9/11, they found some old film footage of a Cat Stevens concert tour, and they packaged it together under the name &lt;a href="http://www.cduniverse.com/productinfo.asp?pid=6372309"&gt;Magicat&lt;/a&gt; (a copy of which was graciously loaned to me by my friend Brian Banho). In my opinion, the sound quality and performances are not outstanding. However, in the “extras” on the DVD, there is a lengthy interview of Yusef, done post 9/11, which I found utterly fascinating. He looks and speaks like the epitome of a perfect British Gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of his dropping out of the business, near the end of his career as a pop star, he was burned out and hated what he was doing, and I understand that. You can even see it evidenced on the Magicat DVD in one place where he sarcastically berates a member of his own sound crew for positioning a microphone too low.  He sounded like a very bitter soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to his statements and actions following his conversion to Islam, I think they have been VERY naïve. As with so many artists in the public eye, he has lofty and flowery emotions that apparently supercede any critical thinking. Over the years he has said and done some incredibly irresponsible things relating to Islam. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_Stevens"&gt;His Wikipedia entry&lt;/a&gt; mentions them briefly.  As someone who was a celebrity in the public eye for so many years, I would have expected him to understand the impact of public statments.  In the West after all, especially in the U.K., he is looked upon as the public persona of civilized Islam. He bears a great responsibility whether he likes it or not. In particular, I don’t see how anyone can justify donating money to Hamas, even if the money supposedly was going to an orphanage, given &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamas"&gt;Hamas&lt;/a&gt;’ history of violence and terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you like these apples: he is still raking in royalties from his music to the tune of over 1.5 million dollars a year!!! Nice work if you can get it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other Cat Stevens Websites (among hundreds/thousands):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.majicat.com/"&gt;http://www.majicat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.classicbands.com/catstevens.html"&gt;http://www.classicbands.com/catstevens.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yusufislam.org.uk/articlepeacetrain.htm"&gt;http://www.yusufislam.org.uk/articlepeacetrain.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountainoflight.com/"&gt;http://www.mountainoflight.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-116819200491879666?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/07/magazine/07WWLN_Q4.t.html?ref=magazine' title='Yusef Islam'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116819200491879666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=116819200491879666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116819200491879666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116819200491879666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/yusef-islam.html' title='Yusef Islam'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-116818560588353785</id><published>2007-01-07T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:07:24.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Gregory on Modern Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chrisgregory.org/blog/default.aspx"&gt;Chris Gregory&lt;/a&gt; has written a series of &lt;a href="http://www.chrisgregory.org/blog/CategoryView,category,Bob%2BDylan's%2BModern%2BTimes%2BTrack%2BBy%2BTrack.aspx"&gt;very literate, musicological and philosophical reviews&lt;/a&gt; of Dylan’s latest album, &lt;a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/moderntimes/home/main.html"&gt;Modern Times&lt;/a&gt;. I’ve been listening to the album in my car for a while now, but to tell you the truth, I haven’t the time to listen carefully, much less write a review. I appreciate the quality time that Chris has put into this. His knowledge and understanding of Dylan’s body of work greatly surpasses my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate Chris letting me know about his blog. He’s also the author of some pretty good poems that he posts on his blog as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-116818560588353785?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.chrisgregory.org/blog/CategoryView,category,Bob%2BDylan&apos;s%2BModern%2BTimes%2BTrack%2BBy%2BTrack.aspx' title='Chris Gregory on Modern Times'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116818560588353785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=116818560588353785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116818560588353785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116818560588353785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/chris-gregory-on-modern-times.html' title='Chris Gregory on Modern Times'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-116794572727348005</id><published>2007-01-04T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:03:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles, Volume I - a review</title><content type='html'>- just putting up a URL to another review of Dylan's autobiography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Chronicles some time ago, but haven't been motivated enough to put my thoughts together to write my own review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-116794572727348005?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.explorefaith.org/books/dylan.html' title='Chronicles, Volume I - a review'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116794572727348005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=116794572727348005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116794572727348005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116794572727348005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/chronicles-volume-i-review.html' title='Chronicles, Volume I - a review'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-116786236739429171</id><published>2007-01-03T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:32:16.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon's Born-Again Phase</title><content type='html'>From the magazine Christianity Today:  John Lennon's aborted dalliance with Christianity, with mention of his conflict with Bob Dylan, over Dylan's conversion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-116786236739429171?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2007/januaryweb-only/001-22.0.html' title='John Lennon&apos;s Born-Again Phase'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116786236739429171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=116786236739429171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116786236739429171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/116786236739429171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/john-lennons-born-again-phase.html' title='John Lennon&apos;s Born-Again Phase'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-115560152447615459</id><published>2006-08-14T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:33:50.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Album: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (1968), from Iron Butterfly</title><content type='html'>I picked up the CD version of this rock classic at a flee market on Saturday, for four bucks. You’ve probably heard the title song on the radio, but you may not be aware that the original is 17 minutes long and occupied the entire B side of the album. (Side A has 5 very forgettable, hippie rock ditties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn’t get enough of psychedelic rock, way back then. This phase of Rock and Roll occurred when I was in grammar-school and junior-high, and I didn’t have money for records, record players, or going to concerts. My parents forbid us to watch Elvis or the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show: do you honestly think they’d let me get involved in something like this? So now, when we are adults, we relive the youth we regretted missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Butterfly’s official website says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;block&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“The Los Angeles music climate of the late sixties and seventies was characterized by the heavy sounds and sentiments that reflected the revolutionary attitudes of the generation. Bursting onto that scene was a new group whose sound not only epitomized the hard attitudes of the youth with its heavy drumming and bass lines, but also embraced more delicate aspirations through its intricate guitar and keyboard overlays.”&lt;block&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;These guys came from a very creative time in Rock and Roll. Many of the top rock musicians at the time had serious classical music training. New bands became popular in the first year of their existence or with their first recording. Classic rock albums were being released every month. Iron Butterfly was no exception. Their first album, &lt;strong&gt;Heavy&lt;/strong&gt;, came out in 1967 and was on the record charts for a year. &lt;em&gt;In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida&lt;/em&gt; became the first Platinum record ever, in the music business. The album after it went Gold, and the two albums after that broke the Top 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythology surrounds &lt;em&gt;In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida&lt;/em&gt;. The song, which was written by Iron Butterfly founder Doug Ingle, was meant to be, “In the Garden of Eden,” but, depending on what source you read, it came out the way it did from either alcohol slurred speech, LSD, or because the vocalist couldn’t hear the words properly through the faulty headset he was wearing. The three minute drum solo, performed by Ron Bushy, became one of the most influential and imitated forms in rock drumming. The song is credited with starting the genre of Acid Rock. Some describe the band as Heavy Metal, which in my opinion is incorrect, but Iron Butterfly, Blue Cheer, and Steppenwolf did form the basis upon which the first Heavy Metal was based. The direct influence of Iron Butterfly can be heard in Jefferson Airplane, The Doors, Traffic, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, The Grateful Dead, Blue Cheer, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Group 1850, and David Bowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida&lt;/em&gt; has been quoted, covered, sampled and alluded to in everyday conversations, songs, movies, and television. It is in an episode of The Simpsons, in 1995, called, &lt;em&gt;Bart Sells His Soul &lt;/em&gt;where Bart replaces the hymn books in church with the sheet music for "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida." The entire church starts into a 17-minute version of "In the Garden of Eden" (by "I. Ron Butterfly").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-115560152447615459?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ironbutterfly.com/' title='Album: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (1968), from Iron Butterfly'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/115560152447615459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=115560152447615459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/115560152447615459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/115560152447615459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2006/08/album-in-gadda-da-vida-1968-from-iron.html' title='Album: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (1968), from Iron Butterfly'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-115318894015796499</id><published>2006-07-17T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:15:40.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake Shimabukuro - virtuoso Ukelele player!</title><content type='html'>In the above U-tube URL, Jakes play an outstanding and amazing version of George Harrison's, While My Guitar Gently Weeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out an interview of Jake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fretsmag.com/story.asp?sectioncode=52&amp;storycode=10920&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a CD from Jake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0002X4O8O/sr=8-2/qid=1152866014/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-6341873-0252933?redirect=true&amp;ie=UTF8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-115318894015796499?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=-J30S6hkiyU&amp;search=ukelele' title='Jake Shimabukuro - virtuoso Ukelele player!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/115318894015796499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=115318894015796499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/115318894015796499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/115318894015796499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2006/07/jake-shimabukuro-virtuoso-ukelele.html' title='Jake Shimabukuro - virtuoso Ukelele player!'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-114856008316187962</id><published>2006-05-25T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:33:19.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing through Maroon-Tinted Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.maroon5.com/"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/a&gt; is a band that rose quickly to popularity when they first came out with "She Will Be Loved" four years ago. I remember hearing it everywhere - in shopping centres, out of car windows, on the radio, and having my cousin tell me about it online. Their sound is a very pleasing blend of funk, soul, and rock with a lounge feel that is mellow in a way that won't put you to sleep. There are so many fans of their music, people who can sing the lyrics to every song on every album in order, but I have to wonder how much they really know about the band and how much attention they really pay to its message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comment from my cousin was that "She Will Be Loved" is "such a beautiful song." A friend said that it reminded him of his ex-girlfriend at the time, with whom he was still in love, because he met her when she was 18, and she completely blew him away. A sister from my college Christian fellowship puts it as the background music to her webpage celebrating the close friendship, through all ups and downs, of a group of girls. A closer examination of the ballad's lyrics, however, reveals that the speaker is, in fact, describing how he wants to pick up a "girl with a broken smile," a young woman who has made the wrong choices, perhaps a prostitute or at least a woman who seeks the comfort of many men to hide her insecurity: "He was always there to help her/She always belonged to someone else." Though the nature of their relationship is unclear, we know that they have been intimate, but he wants something more: "I've had you so many times but somehow/I want more." The chorus and bridge, however, are still the most beautiful parts of the song that perhaps help so many people relate to it:&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't mind spending every day&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Other songs are much more explicit and sexual, such as in "This Love," the second song on their debut album, "Songs About Jane." A brief scouring of the Internet reveals the reactions of many listeners, from junior high and even in their early thirties, commenting "I love this song!" "it has such a great sound," "it makes me happy," "this is the best breakup song ever!" and "I can really relate to this song." But is it a happy song? Is it even a breakup song? The first verse has the speaker describing how she "whispered goodbye and she got on a plane, never to return again," and the first three lines of the last verse say, "I'll fix these broken things, repair your broken wings, and make sure everything's all right." That's about where all tameness ends. The rest of the song describes a turbulent relationship, sexual appetite, obsession, possession, denial, and fatigue over this sick cycle:&lt;blockquote&gt;I tried my best to feed her appetite&lt;br /&gt;Keep her coming every night&lt;br /&gt;So hard to keep her satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Kept playing love like it was just a game&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Then turn around and leave again&lt;/blockquote&gt;Even in the last lines of the song, he mentions, after promising to "make sure everything's all right":&lt;blockquote&gt;My pressure on her hips&lt;br /&gt;Sinking my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Into every inch of you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that's what you want me to do&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love song? Breakup song? Happy song? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Harder to Breathe," the first song of the album, the speaker describes the frustration from his lover's criticisms driving him to violence. Because she's "unncessarily critical," he has "the tendency of getting very physical/So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle." And as the song progresses, he seems to be gaining power, realising that he doesn't need her, but because she wants to stay while he wants her gone, he can do anything he want with her. He sees her as scum, "not fit to funkin' tread the ground I'm walking on," and he describes the way she's trapped in the relationship as "like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams/Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe." The frightening thing about this song is that the girl is unable to leave when it becomes violent, and the speaker knows that as well. He taunts her with the fact that he has gained control and, with the threat of leaving her, he ends:&lt;blockquote&gt;Does it thrill&lt;br /&gt;Does it sting&lt;br /&gt;When you feel what I bring&lt;br /&gt;And you wish that you had me to hold&lt;/blockquote&gt;Through a lot of very controversial topics, however, I do have to say that they're very musically talented and very skilled songwriters. Though the lack of attention to detail may be a comment on society in general, it does take some talent to turn these themes into songs that everybody seems to be singing and humming without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth Lynn Rakphongphairoj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-114856008316187962?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.maroon5.com/' title='Seeing through Maroon-Tinted Glasses'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/114856008316187962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=114856008316187962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/114856008316187962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/114856008316187962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2006/05/seeing-through-maroon-tinted-glasses.html' title='Seeing through Maroon-Tinted Glasses'/><author><name>Theophila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248201037582264402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iDhSfbOIaXM/SRqHF59u4yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2tLqsAQXIQQ/s1600-R/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-114021799308340634</id><published>2006-02-17T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:04:43.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Springsteen - BootLeg City (CD)</title><content type='html'>"Some guys they just give up living&lt;br /&gt;And start dying little by little, piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;Some guys come home from work and wash up&lt;br /&gt;And go racin' in the street"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Racing In the Street, Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brucespringsteen.net/news/index.html"&gt;Bruce Springsteen's&lt;/a&gt; early, classic songs captured the feelings of the generation that straddled the hippies and the yuppies. It was a generation caught between the self-less idealism of the 1960's and the selfish materialism of the 80's. Vietnam Veterans and flower children alike had turned their heads from the shame of their murdered ideals. Life had turned into a malaise of Watergate, factory closings, double-digit inflation, and apathy. Music turned inward. Introspective singer-songwriters became popular, while many young people turned to the nihilism of punk or the fantasy of disco. But then,&amp;nbsp;from the restlessness of a small town in New Jersey, these four-barreled street-rod ballads of desperate hope came roaring across the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've been listening to the above CD as I drive to and from work. Springsteen's songs describe a New Jersey that no longer exists in time or space. It's all over and gone now, and I don't expect these rock songs could possibly resonate with the youth of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best cuts on the disk are three extended, exuberant-with-life, anthem-like live performances on of &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/racingin.htm"&gt;Racing in the Street&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/becauset.htm"&gt;Because the Night&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/backstre.htm"&gt;Back Streets&lt;/a&gt;. The songs are a thematic continuum of failure, hope, guilt, redemption, and just plain-old, adolescent, busting loose. "Running for our lives at night on them backstreets." &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/thunderr.htm"&gt;Thunder Road&lt;/a&gt; fits in perfectly, but it's performed more as a good time crowd pleaser than the engine-roaring escape from small town despair denoted by the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Taylor shares the vocals with Bruce on &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/theriver.htm"&gt;The River&lt;/a&gt;. It must have been a great live performance, but on the recording both men sound like they are singing with their heads inside a garbage can. It is a bootleg, after all. The other cuts on the CD are not worth the price of air. &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/theprom2.htm"&gt;The Promise&lt;/a&gt; is a somber downer, although the lyrics standout. &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/emptysky.htm"&gt;Empty Sky&lt;/a&gt; is lousy, but the lyrics hold up there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best cut of the CD is &lt;a href="http://www.xs4all.nl/~maroen/engels/lyrics/racingin.htm"&gt;Racing in the Street&lt;/a&gt;. Bruce sings it with such passionate conviction that it becomes more than just about racing cars. It's about wanting a life and everything you ever wanted to do in your life. "Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springsteen has captured what it feels like to be an adolescent crossing the transom into adulthood. It's about getting a little money, a car, a girlfriend, the escape to the freedom of the road, and the excitement of all the unknown, pregnant possibilities of life ahead. "Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run. It's town full of losers, and I'm pulling out of here to win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Song List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Empty Sky (Guitar acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;2. The River (w/ James Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;3. The Promise&lt;br /&gt;4. Hearts of Stone&lt;br /&gt;5. Sad Eyes&lt;br /&gt;6. Racing in the Street *&lt;br /&gt;7. Thunder Road *&lt;br /&gt;8. Because the Night *&lt;br /&gt;9. Backstreets (Extended arrangement) *&lt;br /&gt;10. Chimes of Freedom ^&lt;br /&gt;11. Can't Help Falling in Love with You ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Winterland '78&lt;br /&gt;^ Europe '88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank my friend&amp;nbsp; BB for making a copy of the CD for me about two years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-114021799308340634?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/114021799308340634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=114021799308340634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/114021799308340634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/114021799308340634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2006/02/bruce-springsteen-bootleg-city-cd.html' title='Bruce Springsteen - BootLeg City (CD)'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-113457896787815262</id><published>2005-12-14T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:49:27.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan to Host Satellite Radio Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-113457896787815262?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Music/12/13/leisure.dylan.reut/index.html' title='Dylan to Host Satellite Radio Program'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113457896787815262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=113457896787815262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113457896787815262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113457896787815262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/12/dylan-to-host-satellite-radio-program.html' title='Dylan to Host Satellite Radio Program'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-113439702660550705</id><published>2005-12-12T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:17:06.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For Some Christmas Music?</title><content type='html'>"Performance has true integrity when the heart&lt;br /&gt;of the artist is conveyed in the music. Such is&lt;br /&gt;the case with Kathleen and Christopher for whom&lt;br /&gt;the spirituals, in particular, reflect their faith."&lt;br /&gt;- John MacArthur, pastor of the Grace Community&lt;br /&gt;Church, Panorama City, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own the following CD's which I appreciate greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000002ROL/qid=1134353089/sr=11-1/ref=sr_11_1/102-7818290-7149745"&gt;A Christmas Celebration&lt;/a&gt;. Kathleen Battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002RNM/qid=1134353165/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/102-7818290-7149745?v=glance&amp;s=classical"&gt;Pleasures of Their Company&lt;/a&gt;. Kathleen Battle &amp;amp; Christopher Parkening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not find a finer piece of music than the above. If you were to purchase one CD of Kathleen Battle, or Kathleen Battle and Christopher Parkening together, this is it! I am a fan of beautiful female voices and of the classical guitar, and this CD is one of my most prized posessions. While this is not &lt;strong&gt;Christmas music&lt;/strong&gt;, six of the twenty songs are spirituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I also own: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002RPV/102-7818290-7149745?v=glance"&gt;Handel - Arias&lt;/a&gt;. Kathleen Battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to own the following, which is all &lt;strong&gt;Christmas music&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000029TS/ref=pd_sim_music_1/102-7818290-7149745?v=glance&amp;s=music"&gt;Angel's Glory&lt;/a&gt;. Kathleen Battle &amp;amp; Christopher Parkening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is, which I do not own, is also all Christian music: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000029OC/102-7818290-7149745?v=glance"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some consider the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.bach-cantatas.com/Bio/Battle-Kathleen.htm"&gt;Kathleen Battle&lt;/a&gt; one of the finest, if not the finest lyric coloratura soprano in the world. They will get no argument from me. &lt;a href="http://www.parkening.com/"&gt;Christopher Parkening&lt;/a&gt; was a student of Andres Segovia who called him one of the most brilliant guitarists in the world. Without question, he is America's finest. Both performers are Christians and were brought together by their common manager, partly for that reason. And yes, I am aware that &lt;a href="http://www.operatampa.org/season/battlebio.htm"&gt;Kathleen&lt;/a&gt; has a reputation for being a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathleen_Battle"&gt;notoriously difficult&lt;/a&gt; prima donna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-113439702660550705?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113439702660550705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=113439702660550705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113439702660550705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113439702660550705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/12/looking-for-some-christmas-music.html' title='Looking For Some Christmas Music?'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-113439678880321311</id><published>2005-12-12T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:13:08.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 25th Anniversary of John Lennon's Death</title><content type='html'>Wriiten December 8, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's death (and the feast of the Immaculate Conception).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The N.Y. area radio stations are all talking about John Lennon today and playing his music, including his Christmas song. There is much activity at Strawberry Fields. Dick Cavett was on Q104.3 (the major classic rock station in NY). They are selling a DVD containing the three shows where John and Yoko appeared. The pair were the only guests for the full 90 minutes of each of the three shows, and they say that the conversations were very representative of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember watching the Monday night footballgame when Howard Cosell announced his death to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel moved and uplifted by all this commemoration. It has a very positive, magnanimous feeling, and it tends to bring out the better nature of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-113439678880321311?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113439678880321311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=113439678880321311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113439678880321311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113439678880321311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/12/25th-anniversary-of-john-lennons-death.html' title='The 25th Anniversary of John Lennon&apos;s Death'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-113330686045021112</id><published>2005-11-29T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:27:40.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Review of Chronicles, Volume I; from Beliefnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-113330686045021112?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beliefnet.com/story/156/story_15603_1.html' title='A Review of Chronicles, Volume I; from Beliefnet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113330686045021112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=113330686045021112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113330686045021112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113330686045021112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/11/review-of-chronicles-volume-i-from.html' title='A Review of Chronicles, Volume I; from Beliefnet'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-113071586148028034</id><published>2005-10-30T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:44:21.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Bob Dylan Blog</title><content type='html'>Here is a Bob Dylan blog, from someone in Spain, with beautiful photos and accompanying poetry and prose.  It is in Spanish by the way, but well worth perusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-113071586148028034?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mimundoreloco.blogspot.com/' title='A Beautiful Bob Dylan Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113071586148028034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=113071586148028034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113071586148028034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113071586148028034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful-bob-dylan-blog.html' title='A Beautiful Bob Dylan Blog'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-113004764465501080</id><published>2005-10-23T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:12:04.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>I bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000B8K8N0/102-4148911-0500948?v=glance"&gt;Live at the Gaslight 1962 &lt;/a&gt;as soon as it was available in Starbucks.  Then I bought the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000A4AWRW/102-4148911-0500948?v=glance"&gt;No Direction Home &lt;/a&gt;soundtrack set as soon as it came out.  I have been listening to nothing else in my car the whole time, except for the times when my wife insists on listening to one of her CD’s of Cantonese ballads.  Last Sunday, the whole family was about to go somewhere.  I got in the car before my wife and got Mr. Dylan on the CD player before my wife could ask for her Chinese music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son Andrew, age 12, announced, “I hate Bob Dylan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife, who doesn’t necessarily like her age to be announced, shouted “I hate Bob Dylan too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Michael, age 10, chimed in, “Me too…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-113004764465501080?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/dylan/' title='I Hate Bob Dylan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/113004764465501080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=113004764465501080&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113004764465501080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/113004764465501080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-bob-dylan.html' title='I Hate Bob Dylan'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-112973233598210804</id><published>2005-10-19T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:20:29.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sade Live</title><content type='html'>My wife and I have always liked the music of &lt;a href="http://www.sade.com/sade/"&gt;Sade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do housework, I like to put some kind of music on. At my local Hollywood video, I had already rented and listened to most of the good but few music videos they have in stock. But then I found a Sade tape that I had overlooked—Sade Live (link above). The sight of her, and the sound of her music, blend together seamlessly into a broad, flowing non-stop rush of feminine energy and love. Everything about her is gorgeous. She wears a white sequined top, a full length skirt that is slit up the back, with a bare torso and belly. God, she is so beautiful to look at. From the looks of her I’d say she has had a baby or two, which kind of adds to her womanly image, if you ask me. She must most certainly works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even dance, but I keep finding myself dancing in the kitchen and living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-112973233598210804?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000056MMD/102-4148911-0500948?v=glance&amp;n=130&amp;v=glance' title='Sade Live'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112973233598210804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=112973233598210804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112973233598210804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112973233598210804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/10/sade-live.html' title='Sade Live'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-112794944076716270</id><published>2005-09-28T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:22:06.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Direction Home: Bob Dylan - the PBS/Martin Scorcese project</title><content type='html'>Why is this important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the Great Depression and the end of World War II, America found itself the most wealthy, most politically powerful, and culturally influential country on Earth.  By the mid-1950’s, America had an infrastructure for instantaneous, continuous, nationwide communication as well as a nationwide interstate highway system.  A generation of youth, the so-called baby boomers, had grown-up in relative economic prosperity, had been educated to expect, felt entitled to, and had seen glimpses of the full promises of peace, democracy, freedom, opportunity, and civil rights.  When that generation came of age, many, many of them looked around and saw injustice.  The result was the social turmoil of the 1960’s.   Bob Dylan was the reluctant voice of that generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did see the Martin Scorcese documentary on PBS the last two nights, or most of it anyway.  I missed the first 10 minutes of the first night and the first 40 minutes of the second.  The rest I taped.  I had to drop off my oldest son at basketball practice and pick him up.  I watched what I was able to and then watched all of what I had taped, the next day.  There is another public broadcasting station that will be broadcasting the whole thing in another few weeks or so, so I can see the parts I missed.  I will write about it at length, later, but for right now just let me say this.  What really impressed me was that, in polemical contrast to most stars, Bob was startlingly humble and unassuming throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that during the performances of his more classic songs, I cried.  I love the version of Desolation Road that is in the documentary, including the alternate lyrics.  It was so fresh and warm.  Visions of Johanna was so authentically intimate.  And that was a song I had never been into before.  I don’t want to try and list all the performances I loved because I would leave some out by mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m at it, let me mention that I did read Chronicles when it came out.   I do intend to post a review here; it just hasn’t fallen into place yet. I had purchased Live At the Gaslight, the week it came out, and today, I went down to Starbucks and bought No Direction Home CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-112794944076716270?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/dylan/' title='No Direction Home: Bob Dylan - the PBS/Martin Scorcese project'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112794944076716270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=112794944076716270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112794944076716270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112794944076716270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-direction-home-bob-dylan-pbsmartin.html' title='No Direction Home: Bob Dylan - the PBS/Martin Scorcese project'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-112644749649647587</id><published>2005-09-11T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:05:31.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan's Minnesota</title><content type='html'>The above link is to a travel article from the New York Times, titled, &lt;em&gt;Highway 61, Visited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-112644749649647587?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://travel2.nytimes.com/2005/09/11/travel/11highway.html' title='Bob Dylan&apos;s Minnesota'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112644749649647587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=112644749649647587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112644749649647587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112644749649647587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/09/bob-dylans-minnesota.html' title='Bob Dylan&apos;s Minnesota'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-112188705161099084</id><published>2005-07-20T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T15:18:26.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliot Murphy - Ground Zero</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of this guy? My friend Brian Banho handed me a CD titled, Elliot Murphy – Ground Zero. I had never heard of the guy before. After hearing the first few songs, I laughed out loud. They sounded like they were written and sung by an amateur Bruce Springsteen imitator. Later on, however, I found out that he pre-dates Bruce. But I listened to the entire CD a few times, and found a few things I liked. According to Brian quite a few people like his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, Elliot Murphy is an good lyricist. Most of his imagery is very original, with only rare slips into hackneyed phrasing. Interestingly, in many of his songs, sections will sound very different from other sections—so much so that when you recall them, you think they were two different songs. Those of us that mostly listen to pop songs on the radio are not used to this kind of sophistication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial negative reaction was due to his voice: He can be very nasal, as in Long Island nasal. And his voice tends to vary wildly in timbre. He’s a croaking frog. The music could have been improved dramatically by a good producer. The non-vocal portion of the music sounds like something from a bad hotel-lounge band. Who knows if a producer could have done something with his voice? He is also in serious need of an acting coach for delivering lines with the proper dramatic tone. Often, the expression and mood of his voice are completely at odds with what the lyrics want to convey. His voice and songs do sound similar to Bruce Springsteen. In fact, they sound so similar; I’d swear that Bruce sings some of the lines in one of the songs. Although Elliot Murphy does not have a great voice, on his love songs he does manage to get control over his voice, and these are his best performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still like to sample some more of this guy however. I find myself replaying the CD in my car, and I often have one of his songs playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song list, with my comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Last of the Rock Stars - I don’t care for it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Isadora’s Dancers - I don’t care for it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drive All Night - It’s O.K. .&lt;br /&gt;4. Just a Story from America – I don’t care for it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rock Ballad – I can’t stand to listen to this one.&lt;br /&gt;6. Anastasia – This is a very nice song except the girl’s name sounds like a hit man for the mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Everything I do – Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is Fellini Really Dead? - I’m still trying to find out what this song is about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last Star of the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Red Lights / Ground Zero - Ground Zero is an excellent song but very sad. I can’t dwell on it too long though. I don’t understand the concatenation of The Red Lights and Ground Zero either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Navy Blue -Pretty good. But I was distracted by the fact that “Navy Blue,” sounds too much like Bob Dylan’s, “Baby Blue,” and has a similar rhythm as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. On Elvis Presley’s Birthday - This is a very interesting piece with very original subject matter. I appreciate the lyrics about his father. But there is a line about driving through the black neighborhoods of the North Shore of Long Island with his father from Brooklyn—I have no idea what that has to do with the price of tea in China. It stands out like a hole in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Diamonds By the Yard –excellent, my favorite song of the CD. I especially like the ending lines and music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-112188705161099084?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lastcallrecords.com/biographies/elliotmurphy.html' title='Elliot Murphy - Ground Zero'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112188705161099084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=112188705161099084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112188705161099084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112188705161099084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/elliot-murphy-ground-zero.html' title='Elliot Murphy - Ground Zero'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-112152346181934780</id><published>2005-07-16T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:30:58.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimi Plays Berkley  - Live # 1, Jimi Hendrix, May 30 1970</title><content type='html'>"He was very self-effacing about his music but then when he picked up that guitar he was just a monster." - Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seattle-born Jimi Hendrix lived in Berkley as a small boy. On May 30, 1970, he returned as the reigning superstar of rock. Jim’s Memorial Day concerts in the 3,400-seat Berkley Community Theater came on the heels of fatal student uprisings against the Vietnam War. The inflamed intensity of his music reflects the most violent weeks in the history of American campuses and the most divisive in the land since the Civil War. This was Jimi’s Cry of Love tour…” - from the back of the box that held the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inclusion of film footage from events in Berkeley at the time makes the film very evocative. People are protesting outside of a movie theater that is showing the film Woodstock, because the film is not being shown for free. They are confronted by individuals who don’t like what they are doing. The language of some members of both sides is violent and hateful. A girl wears a button that says, “Today’s Pig is Tomorrow’s bacon.” In the Berkeley riots, children, who couldn’t have been more than 12, can be seen throwing rocks in the direction of the police. At the Berkeley Community Center Theater, fans have senselessly smashed windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give Jim credit; he wanted to be a reconciler. On, “Machine Gun,” a camera close-up shows him crying, and he’s not doing it for the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinematography is poor, but the songs are passionate, intense, and focused performances. I found, Johnny B. Goode to be uninspired. One critic says that back in those days first songs were just warmups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Song List from Live #1:&lt;br /&gt;(the film has been broken into two tapes, of which this one is just the first hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny B. Goode&lt;br /&gt;2. Hear My Train A Comin’&lt;br /&gt;3. Star Spangled Banner&lt;br /&gt;4. Purple Haze&lt;br /&gt;5. I Don’t Live Today&lt;br /&gt;6. Hey Baby (Rising Sun)&lt;br /&gt;7. Lover Man&lt;br /&gt;8. Machine Gun&lt;br /&gt;9. Voodoo Chile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-112152346181934780?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/classicpop/reviews/jimihendrix_berkeley.shtml' title='Jimi Plays Berkley  - Live # 1, Jimi Hendrix, May 30 1970'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112152346181934780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=112152346181934780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112152346181934780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112152346181934780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/jimi-plays-berkley-live-1-jimi-hendrix.html' title='Jimi Plays Berkley  - Live # 1, Jimi Hendrix, May 30 1970'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-112128762550163700</id><published>2005-07-13T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:45:08.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John and Yoko</title><content type='html'>When John Lennon was alive, I confess I was one of those who despised his wife, Yoko Ono. For myself, I think it must have been because her image was so wildly contrary to John, the Beatles, the counterculture, and the My Generation thing. Of course, after John was assassinated, I had nothing but compassion for her and her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite sayings is, "Mother never told me there'd be days like this," which comes from the song, "Nobody Told Me." However, the published lyrics read, "Nobody told me there'd be days like this." I'm not sure why it is imprinted in my memory with "Mother" instead of "Nobody." There must be something Freudian there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while driving home from work I heard the song "Instant Karma," on the radio, which, in fact, triggered this whole blog entry! I especially love exhuberently sung the refrain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all shine on&lt;br /&gt;Like the moon and the stars and the sun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look at a sample of John Lennon's songs, post-Beatles--the above two, plus Imagine, Give Peace a Chance--they all have a joyfull, hopefull, exuberent feel. They embrace life. Even his complaining songs have more of the feel of a happy blues than of depressed angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it can be said that Yoko made John happy, and who can complain about a person or a marriage like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-112128762550163700?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.instantkarma.com/' title='John and Yoko'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112128762550163700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=112128762550163700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112128762550163700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112128762550163700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/john-and-yoko.html' title='John and Yoko'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-112121157510545658</id><published>2005-07-12T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:39:35.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Rock</title><content type='html'>Heard, several times, on the radio this past week, while driving to work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaritaville, by Jimmy Buffet&lt;br /&gt;White Wedding, by Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;Money for Nothing, by Dire Straights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard the Sultans of Swing, by Dire Straights.  And on the way home from work today, I heard Rebel Yell, and Dancing with Myself,both by Billy Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard on the radio that Eric Clapton and Cream are talking about a reunion concert in Madison Square Garden in October.  But it's still a rumor.   The rumor also said that Ginger Baker was the holdup.   He was afraid of returning to New York because of drug possion charges from 30 years ago, but the Feds and City cops are telling him he's got nothng to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoonful, yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-112121157510545658?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/112121157510545658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=112121157510545658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112121157510545658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/112121157510545658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/07/classic-rock.html' title='Classic Rock'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-111966690272737195</id><published>2005-06-24T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:38:35.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan’s Visions of Sin. By Christopher Ricks.</title><content type='html'>The above link is an excellent review of the book &lt;em&gt;Dylan's Visions of Sin&lt;/em&gt;, by Christopher Ricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-111966690272737195?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.firstthings.com/ftissues/ft0410/reviews/curnyn.htm' title='Dylan’s Visions of Sin. By Christopher Ricks.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111966690272737195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=111966690272737195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/111966690272737195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/111966690272737195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/06/dylans-visions-of-sin-by-christopher.html' title='Dylan’s Visions of Sin. By Christopher Ricks.'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-111324069972798950</id><published>2005-04-11T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:00:24.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan's Religion</title><content type='html'>I find Bob Dylan’s religious persona and the religious elements in his songs fascinating. In Chronicles, he touches lightly on the influence of religion in his life, and his upbringing does not seem to have been very religious. But from very early in his career, Bob’s songs included extensive Biblical references, both Jewish and Christian. Bob was probably surrounded by Christian influences while growing up, but that shouldn’t be a surprise, being the Midwest in the 1950’s. In Chronicles, I felt touched by Bob’s description of how much he loved playing a Roman soldier in a Passion play when he was a teenager. Bob was also a student of American folk music, much of which is chock-full of Christian imagery, themes, and morals. Many doubt the sincerity of Bob’s religious expressions, but I don’t intend to get involved in that. I tend to take people at face value. However, I will say that I think Bob is a master at writing songs about whatever happens to be blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a fascinating article about Bob Dylan’s religion from a Jewish author: &lt;a href="http://www.radiohazak.com/Dylan.html"&gt;Radio Hazak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a fascinating meditation on the song Desolation Row by a Trappist Monk: &lt;a href="http://www.bardstown.com/~brchrys/homilies/mkDesRow.htm"&gt;Father Matthew of Gethsemani Abbey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check this out too: &lt;a href="http://www.myjewishlearning.com/culture/Music/AmericanJewishMusicTO/RockMusic/Dylan.htm"&gt;My Jewish Learning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following book review ends with something the late Pope John Paul II said to Bob Dylan: &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2001/007/35.89.html"&gt;Christianity Today &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-111324069972798950?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/111324069972798950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=111324069972798950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/111324069972798950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/111324069972798950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/04/bob-dylans-religion.html' title='Bob Dylan&apos;s Religion'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-110961889404359787</id><published>2005-02-28T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:55:27.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Express (DVD, 2003)</title><content type='html'>I found this in my local Hollywood Video store. It's&lt;br /&gt;a documentary of a rock festival that was held&lt;br /&gt;across Canada in 1970. The festival promoter&lt;br /&gt;rented a train for the festival, and the musicians&lt;br /&gt;travelled by train, in style, across Canada, from&lt;br /&gt;gig to gig site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall The DVD is so-so. If you love the artists&lt;br /&gt;and/or music, I'd say it's a must see. The best&lt;br /&gt;performances are from Janice Joplin and worth&lt;br /&gt;watching. The Grateful Dead and The Band are very&lt;br /&gt;so-so here. Most of the performances by the other&lt;br /&gt;artists are forgettable. I'll say this: it is&lt;br /&gt;interetsing  to see such a young Gerry Garcia and&lt;br /&gt;such a very young and very thin Rick Danko being&lt;br /&gt;very much himself. I enjoyed seeing how much the&lt;br /&gt;crowds enjoyed the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of groups/artists on the film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;The Grateful Dead&lt;br /&gt;Janis Joplin &amp; The Full Tilt Boogie Band&lt;br /&gt;The Band&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Guy Blues Band&lt;br /&gt;Delaney &amp;amp; Bonnie &amp; Friends&lt;br /&gt;The Flying Burrito Bros&lt;br /&gt;Ian &amp;amp; Sylvia &amp;amp; The Great Speckled Bird&lt;br /&gt;Mashmakhan&lt;br /&gt;ShaNaNa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some web sites about the film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.festivalexpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://theband.hiof.no/films/festival_express.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372279/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-110961889404359787?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/110961889404359787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=110961889404359787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110961889404359787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110961889404359787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/festival-express-dvd-2003.html' title='Festival Express (DVD, 2003)'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-110872528358290179</id><published>2005-02-18T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T06:40:25.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ballad of Rambling Jack, DVD of 2000</title><content type='html'>This is a documentary of the folk singer, Rambling Jack Elliot.   It's long on documentary and short on music.   If you've ever heard, or heard of, Rambling Jack Elliot, and want to know more, this is a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling Jack was a disciple of Woody Guthrie and travelled with him for years.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever one thinks of Rambling Jack personally, he must be given credit for continuing the work of Woody Guthrie in keeping the spirit of American folk music alive and spreading its popularity.  Rambling Jack has been a "culture bearer" and for this he should be appreciated.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume that most people reading this post already know something about Rambling Jack, and therefore I will not go into detail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-110872528358290179?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/110872528358290179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=110872528358290179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110872528358290179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110872528358290179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/ballad-of-rambling-jack-dvd-of-2000.html' title='The Ballad of Rambling Jack, DVD of 2000'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-110817001903809992</id><published>2005-02-11T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:00:19.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look Back, DVD of 1965</title><content type='html'>I found this DVD in my local Hollywood Video store, not under music but Special Interest.   If only they moved it to the Music section, more people would rent it.  I only found it by accident!  Until then, I didn't even know they had a special interest section.  By contrast, as a music fan, I scan the Music section like a hawk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is a documentary of his 1965 tour of England.  It's shot in Black and White,  90% documentary and 10% music performance.   Bob Dylan only came to New York in 1961.   In ENgland, he's  still in his early twenties and looks it.   The persona shown is exactly the one described by himself in his autobiography, Chronicles, Volume 1.   It is a characterization of someone who is very sure of himself, but lacking a supply of life experiences to draw wisdom and maturity from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the DVD to be an interesting picture of England and the folk music scene in in 1965.  The "Beatnik" influence is still around.  We see Bob and a few people standing around him snapping their fingers melodramically to the sound of someone playing jazz piano. This is post Beatles, mind you.  Donovan is a big star over there, and they talk about him alot.   The interest in American music by people from other countries and cultures fascinates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most impressed by sequences of Bob Dylan trying to write songs, or at least transpose them from handwritten to typed pages, in the midst of a hotel room full of people kibitzing, playing guitars, and soaking up the aura.   It showed Bob's single minded dedication and persistence in his craft.  We should all be so driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objectively, its a dull film, but for true Dylan fans, it is a must see.  Go see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-110817001903809992?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/110817001903809992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=110817001903809992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110817001903809992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110817001903809992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-look-back-dvd-of-1965.html' title='Don&apos;t Look Back, DVD of 1965'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-110718623253423945</id><published>2005-01-31T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T10:43:52.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan Unplugged, the DVD, 1995</title><content type='html'>-incredible musicianship and sound fidelity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the songs, Bob's vocals are emotionally on point.  Despite his objectively poor singing voice, the subtleties of emotion in Bob's voice are masterfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's band is dressed pretty sharp too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have listened to this one 50 times.  At first, I kept waiting for the old songs, but after many listenings, I began to appreciate Shooting Star and Dignity.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Shooting Star was the only song I wanted to listen to.  Interestingly, Bob talks about both of these songs in his recently released autobiography, Chronicles, Volume 1.  He considers them outstanding lyrics, as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomb Stone Blues&lt;br /&gt;- a good number to start off a set with.&lt;br /&gt;- wonderful folk, old-timey &amp; bluegrass pickin' &amp; rhythm, clear as a bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting Star - I love it.  Emotionally on point.  Dylan was always&lt;br /&gt;consistent with the love songs.  This version is far superior than the one on Oh Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Along the Watchtower -- ahhh...blah...so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Times They Are a Changing - decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Brown&lt;br /&gt;- very, very Cold Mountain. It put me there.&lt;br /&gt;- OUTSTANDING PERFORMANCE.   I would have said it was the best cut on the DVD until I was seduced by Shooting Star.&lt;br /&gt;- a good story and an outstanding anti-war song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desolation Road&lt;br /&gt;- played different than the original recording&lt;br /&gt;- done with bright, almost carribean music, but with jaded&lt;br /&gt;vocals -- very subtle contrast between the music and voice&lt;br /&gt;that makes for a very fresh sounding song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy Day Women #12 &amp; 35 -- I can't stand this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Minus Zero / No limit - and no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dignity - nice! Is this another love song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knockin' on Heavens Door - good version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Rolling Stone -- ho-hum. It's been overplayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God on Our Side&lt;br /&gt;- It sounds a lot less abstract than it did 20 years ago. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;- another anti-war song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Brain Banho for loaning me the DVD to listen to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-110718623253423945?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/110718623253423945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=110718623253423945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110718623253423945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110718623253423945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/01/bob-dylan-unplugged-dvd-1995.html' title='Bob Dylan Unplugged, the DVD, 1995'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-110718501080822826</id><published>2005-01-31T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:59:01.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie Nostolgia</title><content type='html'>Over New Year's weekend I watched the documentary film, &lt;em&gt;The Last Waltz &lt;/em&gt;on T.V. It is a film of the last concert given by the rock group called, The Band. They had been Bob Dylan's backup band for many years before playing independently. They were the only only rock band that I was truly a fan of. What grabbed me was how deep they were into American roots music and culture. That, and there music was more sophisticated than most other rock bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching/listening to &lt;em&gt;Woodstock&lt;/em&gt;, the directors cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several great performances on the &lt;em&gt;Woodstock&lt;/em&gt; film, but the best&lt;br /&gt;is the song done by Ten Years After. What surprised me was that&lt;br /&gt;the song (I'm Going Home) is Rockabilly, just played very hard, loud, fast and intense, a long, totally blowout performance. Other than recognizing their name&lt;br /&gt;as a legendary rock group, I know nothing about them. The lead singer&lt;br /&gt;has superstar lady-killer charisma and looks written all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie Havens was the perfect opening act. Can you believe&lt;br /&gt;that Sha-Na-Na played at Woodstock? Their stage act in the film was&lt;br /&gt;dorkville. Crosby, Stills, and Nash were perfect. Country Joe &amp;amp; the Fish, like all fish left out in the sun, stunk. Janice was Janice. She just about jumps right out of the T.V. screen into your living room. Joe Cocker was classic Joe Cocker.  I always liked Canned Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 when Woodstock went off. I lived about an hour and half from Woodstock/Bethel/Yasgur's farm. Had I ever gone, my parents would have disowned me, called the police and made an appointment with the parish priest to try and find out where they went wrong! All that probably in addition to getting whipped to hell with a leather belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to the town of Woodstock two or three times. It's an affluent artsy-fartsy country town set in the Catskills, right off a Thruway exit. It's a nice place to stop in and have lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-110718501080822826?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/110718501080822826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=110718501080822826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110718501080822826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110718501080822826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/01/hippie-nostolgia.html' title='Hippie Nostolgia'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-110701342724283744</id><published>2005-01-29T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T13:02:00.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out of Mind - Bob Dylan, 1997</title><content type='html'>There must be other musicians who have listened to such a broad spectrum of American music as Bob Dylan has, but I don't think there is anyone who has absorbed and adapted as much of it into his own style as he.  Indeed, I don't feel I appreciated the distinctness of some of the sounds from the American taproot, until I heard them in Bob Dylan's music.  And that, my friends, is the mark of an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Time Out of Mind&lt;/em&gt;, Bob Dylan has used some sound styles from the 1950's.  The recording was produced by the same person who produced &lt;em&gt;Oh Mercy&lt;/em&gt;, but I lik ethe latter better.   One critic has noted that the one constant throughout Bob Dylan's career has been his love songs, and most of the songs on &lt;em&gt;Time Out of Mind&lt;/em&gt; are love songs.  And on this recording, they one thing they all have in common is the theme of love gone sour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the eleven tunes, Love Sick is the pick of the litter.  In mood, message, and sound, the monotonically dark Love Sick is pure Screaming Jay Hawkins, just not quite as severe in the vocals.  If you've ever heard the latter (I Put A Spell on Me), you might appreciate this one.  I do.   I'm not sure that Screaming Jay Hawkins' style has been played with much, by later artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt Road Blues is a solid rockabilly number.  Million Miles has an understated but crisp jazzy drum beat, some jazz guitar strums and organ that give it an interesting backdrop.  Standing in the Doorway is a little reminiscent of Ring Them Bells on &lt;em&gt;Oh Mercy&lt;/em&gt;, but sadder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank Brian Banho for loaning me the CD to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Out of Mind songlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love Sick&lt;br /&gt;2. Dirt Road Blues&lt;br /&gt;3. Standing in the Doorway&lt;br /&gt;4. Million Miles&lt;br /&gt;5. Tryin' to get to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;6. 'Till I Fell In Love With You&lt;br /&gt;7. Not Dark Yet&lt;br /&gt;8. Cold Irons Bound&lt;br /&gt;9. Make You Feel My Love&lt;br /&gt;10. Can't Wait&lt;br /&gt;11. Highlands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-110701342724283744?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/110701342724283744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=110701342724283744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110701342724283744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110701342724283744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-out-of-mind-bob-dylan-1997.html' title='Time Out of Mind - Bob Dylan, 1997'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10480827.post-110700860515042620</id><published>2005-01-29T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T13:04:42.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mercy -  Bob Dylan, 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh Mercy &lt;/em&gt;was recorded by Bob Dylan during a time of midlife career and personal issues of the sort that you must have experienced yourself to understand.    It was released in 1989 to critical raves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I only recently listened to it for the first time ever.   One critic described &lt;em&gt;Oh Mercy&lt;/em&gt; as an expression of a lonely man of faith (a reference to the book, &lt;em&gt;The Lonely Man of Faith&lt;/em&gt;, by Joseph B. Soloveitchik).  That may or may not be the case.  But rather than being about a man going it heroically alone in life, I find it has more of the feel of a jaded man who accepts that we live in an imperfect world.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t find all the music itself all that exciting or interesting though, just commonplace. The introductions to most of the songs all sound the same.  The lyrics, of course, are several cuts above the music.  In contrast to his early recordings, Bob relies on prosaic images, sometimes to the point of cliché, and this is evidenced on many songs from &lt;em&gt;Oh Mercy&lt;/em&gt;.  Even with the mundane images, however, he’s still the best lyricist around, and sometimes he still shows flashes of his old lyrical genius, as he shows here, on the song, Shooting Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ring Them Bells.  It is the standout song on the recording.    Where Teardrops Fall is not bad.   Man In The Long Black Coat is pretty good.  This may seem fanciful, but it reminds me of the short story, "The Preacher With the Black Veil,” by Nathaniel Hawthorne.  As a matter of fact, several, if not most, of the songs on &lt;em&gt;Oh Mercy &lt;/em&gt;have a very Calvinist, depraved sinner, fallen view of the world.  Consider What Good Am I, Disease of Conceit, Political World and Everything is Broken.  Shooting Star is an outstanding song, but the version of it on &lt;em&gt;Bob Dylan Unplugged &lt;/em&gt;is superior.  Political World and Most of the Time are monotonous.   What Was It You Wanted is a repetitious drone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ‘d like to thank Brian Banho for loaning it to me, to listen to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Mercy &lt;/em&gt;Song list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Political World&lt;br /&gt;2. Where Teardrops Fall&lt;br /&gt;3. Everything is Broken&lt;br /&gt;4. Ring Them Bells&lt;br /&gt;5. Man in the Long Black Coat&lt;br /&gt;6. Most of The Time&lt;br /&gt;7. What Good Am I?&lt;br /&gt;8. Disease of Conceit&lt;br /&gt;9. What Was It You Wanted?&lt;br /&gt;10. Shooting Star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10480827-110700860515042620?l=thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/feeds/110700860515042620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10480827&amp;postID=110700860515042620&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110700860515042620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10480827/posts/default/110700860515042620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebobdylancafe.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-mercy-bob-dylan-1989.html' title='Oh Mercy -  Bob Dylan, 1989'/><author><name>kabloona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11165220641826287110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
