Continue reading Bob Dylan: Videos from Paris concert April 20, 2017 – updated
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ youThough I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming
Included in the unreleased original Hard Rain TV-special.
The Times They Are A-Changin’ is also included in this video.
Continue reading April 22: Bob Dylan Mr. Tambourine Man in Clearwater 1976
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev’rybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
Continue reading April 22: Bob Dylan Just Like A Woman, Clearwater, Florida 1976
This was one incredibly good concert. I last saw Dylan at the final Beacon Theater concert which I thought was good but not great. The set list appears to be written in stone. But the delivery of the music by Bob and the band rose to a much higher level than I have experienced at any of the recent concerts I have attended in the past ten years. He and the band are completely in sync with one another. If you have the opportunity to see this series, you are in for a real treat.
~Arnie Bernstein (boblinks.com)
Continue reading April 21: Bob Dylan Fort Lauderdale 2015 (videos)
This is not a “best from 1963” list, just 5 Great songs Bob Dylan recorded in 1963.
Studio A
Columbia Recording Studios
New York City, New York
24 April 1963
The 8th and last Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan session, produced by John Hammond.
Released on THE FREEWHEELIN’ BOB DYLAN, 27 May 1963
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks