In relation to the earlier post on Bob Dylan, here is Miley Cyrus singing a surprisingly heartfelt rendition of You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go”. You can find this cover off the Amnesty International produced album ‘Chimes of Freedom: The songs of Bob Dylan’ 🙂
To coincide with the release of the album (Chimes of Freedom:The songs of Bob Dylan) as produced by Amnesty International, today’s post is on the man; the legend himself. While he may be a song writer to some, to most he remains a lyrical genius so it is perfectly just that I can afford to ramble on here about the music and the artist that has inspired a cultural legacy evidenced by the sheer range of differing artists and ages and renditions of Dylans originals on this album. Even as a kid, I was known to have a slightly dubious taste in music, when most of my peers were rocking out to Hanson and the Spice Girls, I was sequestered in my room listening to a broken down recording of Dylan’s Mr Tambourine Man, which to this day remains one of my favourite songs, and possibly one of my parents least favourites due to the ear splitting decibels I used to play it at over and over again. I still believe that I was definately born in the wrong generation, I have an affiliation for all the old masters, Dylan, Joan Baez, Pete Seeger, … Donovan. Okay the last name on that list is a little embarassing but I have promised myself that I will stick to a harsh regime of no censorship on this blog. An argument that still rages in certain ‘establishments’ is whether Dylan can be classified as a songwriter or a ‘poet’? When Dylan himself was asked this very question at a press conference in 1965, he famously responded “I see myself as more of a song and dance sort of man”. I think that while much of his work can indeed be classed as poetry (indeed he even has his own dedicated page within the Poetry Foundation’s web page ttp://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/bob-dylan) it is only when the words combine with his renowned ‘barbed wire’ voice that these works of art are endowed with a poignancy and power that goes beyond words on a page. There is no ‘pretense’ to Dylan, he is who he is, absolutely no apologies. Today’ s music scene is characterised by absolute artifice and fake personas, name dropping, derogatory slang “Bitches and hoe’s be everywhere” and romance is characterised as Rihanna going back to her abusive ex Chris Brown,who together have coined such musical ‘genius’ as the popular tune ‘Birthday Cake’
Its not even my birthday (my birthday) But he wanna lick the icing off (the icing off) He want that cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake Oo baby your so excited dont try to hide it ima make you my b-tch cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake (Wonderful isn’t it?)
Evidently there is a need to go back to more simple times, where music was unadorned, no frills and foot-stompingly good. Where lyrics actually meant something, where songwriting collided with civil/human rights movements/ environmental activism and artists actually stood for something.In 2008 (a long time coming in my opinion) Dylan was awarded a Pulitzer Prize Special Citation for his “profound impact on popular music and American culture, marked by lyrical composition of extraordinary poetic power.” The collection of these Dylan covers has thus renewed my hope for the musical future of this new generation, with names like Miley Cyrus and Kesha contributing to this album, it is bound to bring optimistic new followers to the the music of Dylan and perhaps even reinvigorate it because it is true, as it always has been “The times they are a changing”
Fantastic reading of the book itself by John Lithgow. Must see! See post below for my thoughts on this Dr Seuss Masterpeice
This will be my first post in a while! Have been keeping busy and am sorry to say have neglected my wee blog a bit but am now back in the saddle. Having just graduated from University a few weeks ago and being rather despondent over the lack of appropriate jobs (relating to my degree in English) in Christchurch at the moment. It seems I am either ‘too qualified’ for certain positions or don’t have enough ‘experience’ for the ones I really want, which seems overly ridiculous to me as I don’t see how you are supposed to gain the aforementioned ‘experience’ if someone doesnt give you a shot initially. All in all, I think getting a good first job entails having a good mentor and someone who believes in you enough to just give you a chance. But anyway, I am getting rather off the beaten track here. A friend upon learning of this ‘job rut despondency’ recommended that I read Dr Seuss’s Oh The Places You’ll Go, and I am glad I took upon her advice! It was just what I needed to hear at the moment . It is a childrens book that is packed full of sage advice, and is evidently popular with people of all ages. It pinpoints the exact excitement and promise I feel for my own future upon my graduation and also delves into those shelves of time where one feels like I do now upon learning the world is not exactly all roses, and that the job hunt is going to be more difficult than I initially expected!
“I’m sorry to say so but, sadly,
it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch”.
Fortunately Dr Seuss predicts that all will be right in time… and I choose to believe him 🙂
“And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So… be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!”