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I, too, know about all those early Dylan albums thanks to my parents, who loved Dylan until he "went electric". When I was a bit older, I picked up where they'd left off and discovered all the great music he made after his "folk" period (which I also love.)

That "going electric" seemed to put a lot of people in a tizzy, didnt it?!  I remember my parents seeing him in concert sometime before that fateful day.  My favorite is Blood on the Tracks, which I think I wore out with endless plays, though much of his earlier music is also so appealing.

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HAPPY JULY 4th, my American friends.

 

Here's a deeply American musician with a great song that somehow captures an American feeling (don't ask me to explain exactly what I mean by that...)

 

 

Thank you for the greetings and video.  In 1976 I saw Bruce in concert, on a first date with someone I really liked.  Near the end of the show he made a leap into the audience and sprawled across our row, kicking my leg in the process with his heavy boot.  I was wearing lovely new white trousers, and it left a smudge, something I felt mortified by the rest of the evening, silly girl that I was (well, still am, but even more so then).  Needless to say, his music left me deeply traumatized.   :wacko:  

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I thought maybe you were going to say that you never washed the pants again, in honour of how they acquired the smudge.

I'm sorry, GD, I hope you won't think me insensitive, but your story about your experience at the Boss' concert made me laugh.

That's what I should have done, missw, with a casual "And that's where the Boss kicked me" while displaying them to a select few.  Youth really is wasted on the young.

 

Even bigger excitement after the concert while waiting for friends outside a restaurant (illustriously named Joe's), when we saw David Crosby casually saunter in the joint.  A night to remember!

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That's what I should have done, missw, with a casual "And that's where the Boss kicked me" while displaying them to a select few.  Youth really is wasted on the young.

 

Even bigger excitement after the concert while waiting for friends outside a restaurant (illustriously named Joe's), when we saw David Crosby casually saunter in the joint.  A night to remember!

When I was living on L.A., I was in a little store (nothing to do with music), and both David Crosby and Ray Manzarek (not together) happened to walk in while I was there. What are the odds of that happening?

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That's what I should have done, missw, with a casual "And that's where the Boss kicked me" while displaying them to a select few.  Youth really is wasted on the young.

 

Even bigger excitement after the concert while waiting for friends outside a restaurant (illustriously named Joe's), when we saw David Crosby casually saunter in the joint.  A night to remember!

 

At first I read the sentence as 'saw David Crosby casually saunter in with a joint'.    

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Interesting, db. I'd never heard that before. Bonus: Kirk Douglas !

 

Isn't it. It's from 1995.

 

Henley said of it, "The song is basically about the growing inability of people to recognize evil. It is about the age of Cultural Relativism that we are living in. The title is taken from an old Hollywood apartment/hotel that existed from the late 20's until the late 50's."

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When I was living on L.A., I was in a little store (nothing to do with music), and both David Crosby and Ray Manzarek (not together) happened to walk in while I was there. What are the odds of that happening?

What fun!  You just never know who might see.  

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The 80s - the age of New Age.  While not a big proponent of new age music - a little too meditative for my taste, I did have a few recordings - William Ackerman, Andres Vollenveider. My guitar selection, however is from the late Michael Hedges and is an old age rather than a new age composition - by that great hit maker, Johann Sebastian Bach - Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major. It's not Yo Yo Ma, but it is still quite lovely.

 

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Here is one of the few videos of the fabulous Boswell Sisters, the pioneering vocal group of the 30s. I deliberately overlooked them for a long time, thinking that they were just the cute girl group of the day and probably didn't hold much musical interest for me. How wrong I was! Cute they were, but what great rhythmic transitions and inspired harmonies. They're some of the best pop music of that era, I believe. A lot of credit should go to Martha, who did most of their arrangements. I consider her a minor genius.

 

 

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Fabrika!

 

 

 

The best translation which I can find is:
 
Fashion is constantly changing, but as long as the world exists
The Gypsy with an old pack of cards will have at least one client…
Someone longing for bizarre miracles will knock on her door
And she will lay out in front of him those noble kings of hers…
 
What can I say? What can I say? All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know, want to know the future
What can I say? What can I say? All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know, ant to know the future
 
Card-reading can foretell happiness or an unexpected blow of fate
Imprisonment and a long journey or everlasting faithful love…
Old cards will spread out like a fan on a shawl decorated with fringe
And suddenly the Gypsy herself will believe her noble kings…
 
What can I say? What can I say? All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know, want to know the future
What can I say? What can I say? All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know, want to know the future
 
Time destroys granite castles and covers towns with sand
But years don’t mean anything, for those cards in the Gypsy’s hands…
The heart melts as the fortune-teller speaks, and at all the crossroads of the world
The noble kings are telling lies with the same expression on their faces…
 
What can I say? What can I say? All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know, want to know the future
What can I say? What can I say? All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know, want to know the future
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