Barry Feinstein took this great pic of Bob Dylan on the Dublin to Belfast train, 1966. Dylan’s 66 tour led to very mixed reviews, as his sound was a new departure.”Leave it to the Rolling Stones!” shouted one reported Dublin heckler. pic.twitter.com/X0MJTbM4Fe
Bob'n'Neil together last night, but keep an eye on the security guy at the front who's telling everyone to stop taking photos and filming. How did he miss the guy who was filming this?https://t.co/RY7kByXpJw
— Richard Rees Jones (@viennesewaltzer) July 15, 2019
Oh.
Bob Dylan & Neil Young were playing last night and the Das of Ireland descended on Kilkenny. They lost the run of themselves.
I was in a pub after the gig and at about 1 am I went to the jacks to find a man in his late 50s urinating in the sink while smoking a joint….
— Irish History Podcast (Fin) (@irishhistory) July 15, 2019
Last Friday, with a TWENTY FIVE EURO voucher for Golden Discs on offer, we asked you to complete this sentence:
“To my mind, the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be…”
You responded in your dozens.
But there can only be one winner.
ItWasChaosBilly clinched it.
To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be from To Ramona, a song to console even the heaviest of hearts:
“The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times
And there’s no use in tryin’
To deal with the dyin’
Though I cannot explain that in lines.”
Runners up.
Penfold: “To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be (and maybe Trump can break it out!): “Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press/Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess”. FromIdiot Wind.”
Mr. P: “One that always stuck with me is the brilliantly simple, yet deeply cutting message to someone who turned on him when he left the trad folk music scene. Positively 4th Street, 1965. “I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes, you’d know then what a drag it is to see you.”
DSpot: ‘To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be: ‘Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels/He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels/And without further notice, he asks you how it feels/And he says, “Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan’ (Ballad Of A Thin Man) Some boy altogether.”
realPolithicks: To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be: “Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now” (My Back Pages)
Cheech: “To my mind the finest Bob Dylan lyric can only be *inaudible mumbling*”.
Further to the announcement that Tom Jones, Robert Plant, The Prodigy and Pixies will play Live At The Marquee in Cork this summer, Hot Press reports:
It has just been confirmed that the legendary Bob Dylan will play the Cork venue on June 16. Imelda May will be next up, bringing tunes from her fourth album, Tribal (due out June 2), with her for a June 21 date. The following month, ‘Video Games’ star Lana Del Rey will play the Marquee on July 15. Tickets for Imelda and Lana go on sale next Monday, February 17, at 9am. Tickets for Bob will then go on sale Thursday February 20.
Inspired by Bob Dylan´s Subterranean Homesick Blues video, where he flips cards with the lyrics as the song plays, I decided to recreate those cards with handmade type. I ended up doing all the lyrics, and not just some of the words, as Dylan did.
There are some intentional misspellings and puns on the original song video, so I tried to keep that in a certain way.
