Showing posts with label The Byrds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Byrds. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

365 Days of Dylan, Day 52: It's All Over Now Baby Blue

365 Days of Dylan, Day 52: It's All Over Now Baby Blue from Bringing It All Back Home (1965) and ample covers by an amazing array of artists.







Van Morrison


The Grateful Dead



Bonnie Raitt performs "It's All Over Now Baby Blue" on David Letterman in 2000.



Joan Baez. 


The Byrds.


Eric Burdon and the Animals.



Thursday, January 26, 2017

365 Days of Dylan, Day 26: This Wheel's On Fire

365 Days of Dylan, Day 26: This Wheel's On Fire from 1967's The Basement Tapes, written by Bob Dylan and Rich Danko. Lyrics.


    

"This Wheel's on Fire" is another well-covered Dylan tune.

The Band kicks off its rendition from Music from the Big Pink with a cracking, static organ riff.

  

From The Last Waltz, The Band's farewell concert.



The Byrds' Cover from Dr. Byrds & Mr. Hyde.


Lovely version by Ian & Sylvia from the All American Songs collection.
Their cover also appears on the album The Best of Vanguard Years and Nashville.



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The Band, "This Wheel's On Fire." 


Julie Driscoll and Brian Auger, "This Wheel's On Fire," from "Top Of The Pops" Show (1968).



Monday, January 16, 2017

365 Days Days of Dylan, Day 16: Chimes of Freedom



365 Days of Dylan, Day 16: Chimes of Freedom from 1964's Another Side of Bob Dylan.

Can you hear them? The chimes of freedom. The sounds of change. The song of hope.

Do you hear the chimes "Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight...?"



It's Monday, January 16, 2017, Martin Luther King Jr. Day in the States. I selected "Chimes of Freedom" as today's featured Bob Dylan song.

It is not enough to say we must not wage war.
It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.
Martin Luther King, Jr.



Yes, there are reasons to despair. But so many more reasons to hope.


What can we do each day, in small ways, to keep the chimes of freedom flashing?



My country's pledge says it all, "With liberty and justice for all." How do can I work each day to put those words into action?



       

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

365 Days of Dylan, Day 11: My Back Pages

365 Days of Dylan, Day 11: "My Back Pages," from Another Side of Bob Dylan. This song has one of my favorite lines from any of Dylan's songs (that's saying a lot) that I often repeat:

"Well, I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now."


This is melancholy, introspective Dylan, singing and slinging wisdom beyond his then young years.

 Makes me consider that:
  • I'm always a student. The more I learn, the more I have to learn.
  • I hope to continue to grow, but never completely grow up.
  • I strive to remain open.
Also reminds me of something Jonathan, my son, told me when he was three or four years old:
"Dad, when you get little like me, we can go to kiddie camp (preschool) together and play all day."

"I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now."


Again, another amazing cover by The Byrds. They really had that Dylan thing down, didn't they?




           

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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

365 Days of Dylan, Day 10: You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

365 Days of Dylan, Day 10: "You Ain't Goin' Nowhere" from The Basement Tapes.



Tell you how old I am, when I was a kid, the J.C. Penney in the Richmond (Indiana) Square Mall sold albums, as in vinyl. They had a nice selection between the boys' clothing and furniture departments. It seemed like The Basement Tapes was always on prominent display on an end cap.

As a boy, browsing the records, I'd stop to stare at the cover of The Basement Tapes. Lots of stories under those hats and behind those beards. And what's the deal with that little RCA-looking dog?

If you like Dylan covers and alternate takes, "You Ain't Goin' Nowhere" does not disappoint.

The version on The Basement Tapes Sampler: The Bootleg Series, Volume 11 begins, "Now look here dear Sue, you best feed the cats. The cats need feeding and you're the one to do it."

But who feeds the dog? You know, the one on the album cover. And is this the "dog that talks?" Still so many questions.


I've listened to the The Byrds and the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's version of "You Ain't Goin' Nowhere" as much as Dylan's original or any others.



Then there's Joan Baez sweet-sounding cover from Baez Sings Dylan.


And Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova from I'm Not There (Music from the Motion Picture).


I really like Oscar Isaac's cover that I discovered while working on this post.



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Thursday, January 5, 2017

365 Days of Dylan, Day 5: Mr. Tambourine Man

As a child of the 1960s (and I literally mean "a child." I was born in 1960), I'd often confuse "Mr. Tambourine Man" with two other songs, Jerry Jeff Walker's "Mr. Bojangles" and the Lemon Pipers' "Green Tambourine." All three tunes lived together in my young, impressionable psychedelic-folk-fueled mind.

I'm also pretty sure I heard The Byrds' version of "Mr. Tambourine Man" before Dylan's. It hit #1 in 1965 (the same year Dylan released the song on Bringing It All Back Home). Only later did I connect the song to Bob Dylan.

The Byrds' cover of "Mr. Tambourine Man" upped the jangle ante and has been cited as a significant influence of the folk-rock explosion the late 1960s and early 1970s.

With its dozens of covers and staying power, "Mr. Bojangles" made Dylan's music accessible to a wider audience, even spawning (and I think that's the appropriate word) a rendition by William Shatner.





                

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