Bob Dylan
MusiCares Person of the Year 2015 Introduction by Jimmy Carter |
"There is no doubt that his words on peace and human rights are much more incisive, much more powerful and much more permanent than those of any president of the United States."
-Former President Jimmy Carter |
The Pulitzer Prize jury in 2008 awarded Bob Dylan a special citation for "his profound impact on popular music and American culture, marked by lyrical compositions of extraordinary poetic power."
www.bobdylan.com Visions of Johanna: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visions_of_Johanna Bob Dylan named honorary member of American Academy of Arts and Letters "For more than 50 years, defying categorization in a culture beguiled by categories, Bob Dylan has probed and prodded our psyches, recording and then changing our world and our lives through poetry made manifest in song - creating relationships that we never imagined could exist between words, emotions and ideas," the citation said. Virginia Dejani, the executive director of the academy, said he was made an honorary member because the Academy failed to decide which department - art, literature or music - he would fit into. The rules of the academy limit honorary membership to 15 Americans, she added. |
"It was decided that he is a very multitalented person whose work was so unusual for what he has accomplished that it defies categorization," Dejani added. The legendary musician joined the ranks of leading writers,composers and artists in the 115-year-old group. Henry Cobb, the president of the academy, said honorary members are people of great distinction in the creative arts. May 2013 |
Hurricane 1976
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Idiot Wind 1976
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Hard Rain 1975
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One More Cup Of Coffee 1975
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Series of Dreams music video
Bob Dylan and Patti Smith Dark Eyes 1995
Blind Willie McTell (electric version)
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Thunder on the Mountain music video
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Time Magazine Interview 1965
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Just Like A Woman Dublin '66
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Visions Of Johanna 1966
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'Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?'
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks Preoccupied with his vengeance Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back I’m sure that he has no intentions Of looking your way, unless it’s to say That he needs you to test his inventions Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you How can you say he will haunt you? You can go back to him any time you want to He looks so truthful, is this how he feels Trying to peel the moon and expose it With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel If he needs a third eye he just grows it He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk Or pick it up after he throws it Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you How can you say he will haunt you? You can go back to him any time you want to Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed Are you frightened of the box you keep him in While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange Their religion of the little tin women That backs up their views but your face is so bruised Come on out the dark is beginning Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you How can you say he will haunt you? You can go back to him any time you want to Copyright © 1965, 1966 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993, 1994 by Special Rider Music A few fascinating films: No Direction Home Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Dont Look Back The Other Side of the Mirror I'm Not There |
Spanish Harlem Incident
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat Your temperature’s too hot for taming Your flaming feet burn up the street I am homeless, come and take me Into reach of your rattling drums Let me know, babe, about my fortune Down along my restless palms Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed I have fallen far beneath Your pearly eyes, so fast an’ slashing An’ your flashing diamond teeth The night is pitch black, come an’ make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please! Let me know, babe, I’m nearly drowning If it’s you my lifelines trace I been wond’rin’all about me Ever since I seen you there On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I’m riding I know I’m ’round you but I don’t know where You have slayed me, you have made me I got to laugh halfways off my heels I got to know, babe, will you surround me? So I can tell if I’m really real Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music A couple of good books: Chronicles, Bob Dylan The Bob Dylan Encyclopedia by Michael Gray Bob Dylan - Prophet, Mystic, Poet by Seth Rogovoy |
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Tempest
Bob Dylan's 35th album Tempest begins with a train whistle exploding in his mind. Don't miss the album that Rolling Stone described as, "...one of his darkest, strangest albums ever. Musically varied and full of curveballs… Dylan now stands virtually alone among his 1960s peers. His own final act, meanwhile, rolls on. It's a thing to behold."
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Long Black Veil 1997
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"Long Black Veil"
Ten years ago on a cool dark night There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light There were few at the scene and they all did agree That the man who ran looked a lot like me The judge said "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die" I spoke not a word although it meant my life I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave where the night winds wail Nobody knows, no, and nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold was high and eternity neared She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans In a long black veil she cries over my bones The Band |
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As you get older, you get smarter and that can hinder you because you try to gain contol over the creative impulse. Creativity is not like a freight train going down the tracks. It's something that has to be caressed and treated with a great deal of respect. If your mind is intellectually in the way, it will stop you. You've got to program your brain not to think too much. - Bob Dylan |
In The Summertime I was in your presence for an hour or so Or was it a day? I truly don’t know Where the sun never set, where the trees hung low By that soft and shining sea Did you respect me for what I did Or for what I didn’t do, or for keeping it hid? Did I lose my mind when I tried to get rid Of everything you see? In the summertime, ah in the summertime In the summertime, when you were with me I got the heart and you got the blood We cut through iron and we cut through mud Then came the warnin’ that was before the flood That set everybody free Fools they made a mock of sin Our loyalty they tried to win But you were closer to me than my next of kin When they didn’t want to know or see In the summertime, ah in the summertime In the summertime when you were with me Strangers, they meddled in our affairs Poverty and shame was theirs But all that sufferin’ was not to be compared With the glory that is to be And I’m still carrying the gift you gave It’s a part of me now, it’s been cherished and saved It’ll be with me unto the grave And then unto eternity |
In the summertime, ah in the summertime In the summertime when you were with me Copyright © 1981 by Special Rider Music |
Bob Dylan's The Bootleg Series Vol. 10
"Another Self Portrait" |
Bob Dylan's "Pretty Saro"
"Another Self Portrait" |
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