Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylanis an American singer-songwriter, artist and writer. He has been influential in popular music and culture for more than five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when his songs chronicled social unrest, although Dylan repudiated suggestions from journalists that he was a spokesman for his generation. Nevertheless, early songs such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'" became anthems for the American civil rights and anti-war movements. After he left...
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth24 May 1941
CityDuluth, MN
It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.
The beginning was there in Minnesota. But that was the beginning before the beginning. I don't know how I come to songs. I just go ahead and do it. I'm just sort of trying to find a place to pound my nails.
A person is a success if they get up in the morning and gets to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.
There's beauty in the silver singing river, There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky, But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty, That I remember in my true love's eyes
Ah - but I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now
a giant, a great, great soul, with all of the humanity, all of the wit and humor, all the wisdom, the spirituality, the common sense of a man and compassion for people.
You've got a lot of nerve, To say you are my friend, When I was down, you just stood there grinning
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face.
It was relatively simple. Bob put himself in my hands. He just turned up - just his words on paper - no instruments, no musicians, no preconceptions. He just turned up on the doorstep and I built the studio. It's what I call a kitchen studio, so we played in the kitchen. I knew it would suit Bob because I knew Bob didn't have a lot of time for the studio. He didn't want people standing around scratching their heads, banging pianos or whatever. I sat down next to him, put a guitar in his hand and off we went.
Everybody is even making love or else expecting rain
Johnny's in the basement, mixin' up the medicine...I'm on the pavement, thinkin' about the government.
The city is one very long poem. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance... The devil comes here and sighs... Somebody puts something in front of you here and you might as well drink it.
She opened up a book of poems and handed it to me written by an Italian poet from the 13th century and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.
Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools got nothing, Ma, to live up to.