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It's His Birthday


He is, perhaps, the greatest living songwriter. Bob Dylan turns 68 today and with the recent release of his latest album and his ongoing "Never Ending Tour" he shows no sign of slowing down. Here's a classic from one of my favourite Dylan periods - the mid 70s - with the enchanting Scarlet Rivera on violin...




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Don said…
I loved the guy's songs as long as they were performed by someone else. To me he screwed up more of his own songs by singing them did anyone else.
24 May 2009 at 20:34
Mr. Condescending said…
my mom took me to see him when I was pretty young, I so wish I was older and could have appreciated him more.
24 May 2009 at 23:14
Expat From Hell said…
He is the sage of our time, to be sure. Like a Rolling Stone was the anthem of my youth. I didn't see him live until much later, when he toured with Tom Petty. Still the best....thanks for posting this.
Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan!

ExpatFromHell
25 May 2009 at 08:39
nonamedufus said…
Don: You blaspheme, sir! How could you?

Mr C: Hell, I only saw him live for the first time 2 years ago. Wish I could have seen him when I was younger.

Expat: and the anthem of mine! Glad you enjoyed the post. His latest album (sorry, CD) is just great.
25 May 2009 at 14:52
surveygirl46 said…
The one song from Dylan that gets me every time is Tangled up in Blue; on the other spectrum Neil Young - Hurricane....
25 May 2009 at 19:28
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