Happy Birthday, Mr. Tambourine Man

Well it’s past midnight here, but on the West Coast it’s still Bob Dylan’s birthday.

Took a few things to nudge me into realizing this.

When I checked out meteoriot’s site, lose the label I noticed an entry, crossposted from Docudharma, lol … and it had a video whose tragedy was it was more relevant today than ever.  As meteoriot noted, Dylan was only 22 when he did Masters of War:

‘Course he wasn’t too bad at the love songs, either:


I have a lot of favorites.  The Times They are A’Changing is a tune whose lyrics often come to my mind in these strange times.  Blowin’ in the Wind is a classic.  Mr. Tambourine Man.

I remember it was a scandal when he played the electric guitar at the Newport Folk Festival.  What a scamp.

I forget sometimes what a genius Dylan is because his work is so simple it seems anyone could write those tunes, those lyrics.

Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan.  67 years old.

Post your faves here.


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  1. … whenever I think of Bob Dylan, for some reason I think of OPOL.  Dunno exactly why.  Never heard OPOL sing or anything.

    Something about the spirit of Dylan’s music, I guess.

  2. …I’m a fan of the cranky old man Dylan of the last three albums and the never-ending tour. I mean, sure, “Like a Rolling Stone” is still the best, and my ultimate favorite Dylan lyric, and BringinitallBlondeontheHighway61TracksofLove is never to be sneezed at, but the old guy cracks the whip pretty well on Time Out of Mind, Love & Theft, and Modern Times.

    But that’s just my opinion. I do love to see the shows though, especially those where no one knows what the fuck song he’s singing until the chorus (and sometimes not even then!). And I fucking loved “I’m Not There” with the 6 different people as Dylan.

    And yet I am also Mr. Jones. No really, I am.

    • Edger on May 25, 2008 at 2:36 pm

    And here I though he was ageless…. no?

    Up on Housing Project Hill

    It’s either fortune or fame

    You must pick up one or the other

    Though neither of them are to be what they claim

    If you’re lookin’ to get silly

    You better go back to from where you came

    Because the cops don’t need you

    And man they expect the same

    Now all the authorities

    They just stand around and boast

    How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms

    Into leaving his post

    And picking up Angel who

    Just arrived here from the coast

    Who looked so fine at first

    But left looking just like a ghost

  3. last year for the first time and  although I waited so long to see him preform it was one of the best shows I have ever seen. He has never stopped growing artistically. When I was a kid I awaited each new album as he was the best artist/poet musician of my time.  This is one of my favorites, it kind of reminds me of you NPK

    • RiaD on May 26, 2008 at 3:41 am

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