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Well thank you for the links

Richard Day — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 14:12:15 +0000

In reply to Nobody could do a protest

Well thank you for the links Ramona!!

The fascists are bound to lose!! ha

And you just listed most of my favorite singers!!

Nobody could do a protest

Ramona — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 13:43:29 +0000

In reply to I was doin' all right till

Nobody could do a protest song like Woody. It takes an untrained singer (like Woody or Seeger or Dylan or Springsteen or ) to get the heart into it. The words seem to mean more coming from a quavering, crackling voice.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbulO_FB2ZI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwcKwGS7OSQ&feature=related

I was doin' all right till

Richard Day — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 18:24:14 +0000

In reply to Let me introduce you to the

I was doin' all right till the stream run dry. hahaahaha

Yeah, Dylan loved doing this model of 'folk'...Then he would turn it political in tone, more than Jack.

Great link, good fun!

Let me introduce you to the

LarryH — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 18:06:00 +0000

In reply to What a time indeed Larry!!I

Let me introduce you to the singer/songwriter that Bob Dylan modeled his early style after, to include the "talking blues" versification.

I've had the pleasure of his aquaintance. He is an original and I know he would like your writing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGyqwz9piG8&feature=related

"..Late last night I had me a dream
I was out fishin' in a whiskey stream
Baited my hook with apple-jack
Threw out a drink, drug a gallon back.."

What a time indeed Larry!!I

Richard Day — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 17:31:19 +0000

In reply to Bob Dylan himself speaks in

What a time indeed Larry!!

I mean Dylan and the Beatles arising about the same time from two different countries; parallel universes. Both influenced by Black America.

I came across The Ballad of Lord Randal and there it was. Where have you been my blue eyed son.

So I thought I would do my own little comparison first and then I went to Wiki and there it was. Others had found what I had found.

The meter is there, the beat is there...and of course like all old and ancient poems; the lines had to be sung.

Yeah I can get into a Jungian thing, for sure. But the diffusion is there for sure. I know Dylan read this poem and it hit him hard.

We piss and moan of wars and greedy rich folks but the Caesar's and Kahn and thousands of other war mongering pricks were responsible for the deaths of hundreds of millions of people; this is the human condition.

But there is a universal sense of loss for most human beings. Most of the time we as individuals must dismiss or ignore that loss or we would go nuts.

Poets like Dylan just immerse themselves in this despair so beautifully.

I was remarking to someone yesterday that in the do-wop music and early rock the triad was always used.

But instead of three verses to wrap up a thought, Dylan just keeps pounding away and adding six or eight or even more lines. He broke every rule possible as far as AM radio with Rolling Stone, and they were almost forced to play it anyway. hahaha

We would have the opportunity to listen to two or three of his songs from any one album; the msm of the time would ignore the rest. So we would buy the album and by word of mouth a different consensus arose as to the best of the best.

the end

Bob Dylan himself speaks in

LarryH — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 16:53:43 +0000

In reply to THE BALLAD OF LORD RANDAL

Bob Dylan himself speaks in terms of his amazement when presented with the texts of his writing from this period, and protests that he doesn’t really know the person who wrote those lines and opines that he could not write them today. It is an argument for some kind of collective consciousness perhaps, when the voices of the dead speak to and with the living. Or perhaps it points to something like Nietzsche’s musings about eternal recurrence. Then again there are those like Cassirer who are of the opinion that human consciousness itself is an artifact of culture. I loved that song when it first appeared and the resonance it produced exceeded wildly the meaning of the words. What a time that was.