1. Dylan: Blonde on Blonde
2. Springsteen: Greetings from Asbury Park
3. Stones: Begars Banquet
4. Morrison: Astral Weeks
5. Robert Johnson: Complete recordings (note that Love in Vain is upbeat by RJ, not the dirge of the Stones)
6. Mississippi Fred McDowell: I Do Not Play No Rock and Roll
7. The Band: Music from Big Pink
8. Rod Stewart: Gasoline Alley
9. The Who: Who's Next
10. Wagner: Parsifal. Because a) it's the best thing he ever wrote; b) I can sit through the 6 hours without my butt giving out (try that with Tristan); c) Jan Eaglen hasn't felt compelled to play Kundry.
On the songs for ID'd folks, Dylan has some. The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll & Sara (for/against his ex) for sure. Some people think Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands was for Baez. I think that view is probably BS (my guess is Sara, but that is without knowledge) but I do think that Positivly 4th Street is a slap at Baez, but that is probably BS as well.
You think Cohen songs are depressing, try reading a book of his like "Beautiful Losers." Aiyeeee! I only mention this because it has a (tenuous) track link--I was turned on to the book by Kate Schmidt, then the WR holder in the javelin.
(Father Brebeuf and the Iroquois, you don't want to know)
Yeah, but "Bird On A Wire" isn't on the "Songs" album, it's on the much more upbeat "Songs From A Room" collection. Who could get depressed with such uplifting lyrics as these:
<<Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free. >>
>>I give up, who was the "Long Cool Woman In A Black Dress"?
Who was BB
>King's guitar(s) named after?
Lucille. He damn near lost his guitar in a fire caused by two guys fighting who knocked over a kerosene lamp. He found out later that they were fighting over a woman named Lucille. Probably just left Kenny. Who is Carrie-Anne about? Still no answer.
Man, much as I have loved these two musical interludes, I gotta get back to cranking out the February issue for you guys! No more from me!
But in passing I have to mention one final music-related thing. Maybe this is old news to some, but was driving my wife's car today and discovered that on certain FM stations, the digital readout not only gives the frequency of the station, but also gives the call-letters, then the name of the artist playing, then the name of the song! Very handy when you're going nuts trying to figure out what the name of that moldy oldie is that they're playing. Good thing our desert island iPods all come with that feature!
Haven't been marooned on a desert island but have lived in the Libyan desert for a coupla years with and old windup gramophone (phongraph?)
and about six 78s. Artie Shaw Gramercy 5(Summit ridge drive, Gloomy Sunday) Harry James(Trumpet Blues and Cantabile) Benny Goodman(can't remember) Knew every note and drumbeat. Sharpening needles was a problem.
Never heard of them. But there's a similarly named group, The Beatles, that dominated the years 64-70, because they crafted simple melodies and added some technical touches, which resulted in pop songs with universal appeal.
Never heard of them. But there's a
>similarly named group, The Beatles, that dominated the years 64-70, because
>they crafted simple melodies and added some technical touches, which resulted
>in pop songs with universal appeal.
Don't even really consider myself a major fan and I have 230 tracks by them-probably more than double anyone else.
As a huge fan, I realized one day that I became a teenager the year they came to America, they split up when I turned 20 and John Lennon was killed on my 30th birthday. Is it any wonder that I was forever transformed by their music?
>As a huge fan, I realized one day that I became a teenager the year they came
>to America, they split up when I turned 20 and John Lennon was killed on my
>30th birthday. Is it any wonder that I was forever transformed by their music?
I was standing in the same spot in the same bar when I heard about Lennon and Elvis. I'm told that the 20 somethings know where they were when Cobain finished off his multi year suicide(not unlike Elvis I suppose).
I was in Kobenhavn when Elvis died (my 1st Euro T&F trip, E Cup, W Cup). When people discovered we were American, they gave us lost of sympathy. I didn't much care, I was more of a Little Richard and Chuck Berry fan. Actually, then I was listening mostly to Dylan and classical.
Yo! And I may need to modify my album list. I am listening to disc 2 of the 1st Dylan bootleg series and I might want to give up Blonde on Blonde. It has versions of BoB things e.g. Subterrian Homesick Blues which are slightly different from the original (20 years of schooling and they put you on the dayshift). Any list has pitfalls, and the beauty of this thread is that you can change your mind.
>Yo! And I may need to modify my album list. I am listening to disc 2 of the
>1st Dylan bootleg series and I might want to give up Blonde on Blonde. It has
>versions of BoB things e.g. Subterrian Homesick Blues which are slightly
>different from the original
Here is someone who didn't even like the original:
"In the rock world, this studious argument has been parlayed into the notion of "selling out." Following this logic, Bob Dylan cashed in his credibility when he moved away from "protest music" and began moaning about the idiosyncratically personal on such albums as "Blonde on Blonde,""
My dearest flipper,
Beauty being in the eye of the beholder, try not to feel so aggrieved that you cannot fathom their appeal. Perhaps they do not sing to you. But rest assured that they sing to millions, nay hundreds of millions of other commonfolk, and we are all better off for their melodies. Music, like most art, cannot be explained, only appreciated. Because you cannot appreciate them does not malign your aesthetic sense. Nor does our love of them demean ours.
Here's a Beatles lyric to muse on:
"All you need is love."
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you’re gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.