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John P Lebens
05-22-2011, 10:55 AM
Being a Minnesota boy, Bob's birthday is getting some serious airplay on Minnesota Public Radio FM 89.3. Today until 2 p.m. Central daylight time they are playing 70 of his recordings. Tune it via the web!

http://minnesota.publicradio.org/radio/services/the_current/

It took me years to appreciate the guy, but by now I can say he is one of my favorites.

aprophet
05-22-2011, 11:05 AM
"It took me years to appreciate the guy, but by now I can say he is one of my favorites."

Same here he has been to norfolk va a coupla times he does a neat show

Ian McColgin
05-24-2011, 03:24 PM
Glad I searched and found this as I was going to post another happy birthday Bob thread today, which is his actual birthday. As his son put it, what a work ethic!!

PeterSibley
05-24-2011, 05:12 PM
I worked to ''Desire '' yesterday , great stuff .

purri
05-24-2011, 08:35 PM
H's now know as Bob Zimmerframe.

ishmael
05-24-2011, 09:00 PM
Happy birthday Bob. We're all on the same bus, and as Joan Baez said, you stepped down and you sang to us.

Vince Brennan
05-24-2011, 09:50 PM
Wow, 70! Does that mean that we can now trust him again?

Flying Orca
05-25-2011, 06:02 AM
Great songwriter, but his voice pains me and the only time I ever saw him he mumbled his way through a drunken, incoherent, short set that was so loud and badly mixed that half the time you couldn't tell which song he was playing... without once addressing the crowd. That was the last of my dosh he'll ever get.

ishmael
05-25-2011, 06:15 AM
A friend saw him in concert sometime in the last decade and was similarly unimpressed. But you have to admit, one of the best, if not the best, lyricist of a generation.

Flying Orca
05-25-2011, 06:14 PM
As a lyricist, I'd rank only Cohen above him.

ishmael
05-26-2011, 05:37 AM
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

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purri
05-26-2011, 05:41 AM
FWIW Blonde on Blonde and Highway 66 defines him. (I hear them echoes bra!)

ishmael
05-26-2011, 06:12 AM
Purri,

I'll add in there "Blood on the Tracks".

bamamick
05-26-2011, 07:18 AM
'Blood on the Tracks' is the only Dylan cd that I own, but it's a damn good one.

My mom is 72 and looks 60. Dylan is 70 and looks 90. Lord knows the guy has lived a life. Happy birthday to him.

Mickey Lake

John P Lebens
05-26-2011, 09:09 AM
I really began to understand the genius of this guy after listening to a Cambridge Forum podcast with a British poetry professor. Professor Christopher Ricks took a half hour to describe the poetic and musical structure of the song and called Dylan the foremost American poet of the time.