RED RIVER SHORE by BOB DYLAN. Story by Colin Ritchie
There are four different versions of Red River Shore on the Fragments boxed set, and they are all absolute classics.
I’LL KEEP IT WITH MINE by BOB DYLAN. Story by Alicia Sometimes
He is the magpie, the bowerbird, the blue jay. Bob Dylan collects words. He rephrases his music again and again.
Ink On the Tracks. The Bob Dylan Stereo Stories
Amongst our humble collection about Bob Dylan songs you’ll find stories about high-school days, share-house life, broken relationships, family life, teenage life, unrequited love, and grief.
I CONTAIN MULTITUDES by DYLAN. Story by Vin M
I catch Dylan's phrasings and intonations in-between cutting the carrots and the parsnips.
ANGELINA by BOB DYLAN Story by Vin M
There are many ways to meet a song for the first time. I didn’t meet Angelina until I read a novel called The Best Of Adam Sharp, by Graeme Simsion.
GOTTA SERVE SOMEBODY. Story by Vin M
One singer is 77 years old. Greying curly hair. One singer is in his early 20s. Flowing ginger locks. Both are sitting at a keyboard, backed by a four piece band.
LIKE A ROLLING STONE. Story by Vin Maskell
“Is that all the man sings? ‘How does it feel?’” Hannah, five years old, is making a play-dough birthday cake. Jesse, nearly three, is drawing a map of the world. I’m podding peas.
DON’T THINK TWICE IT’S ALRIGHT performed by THE INDIGO GIRLS Story by Molly Galea
Over fifteen years, brick by determined brick, we built a life out of thin air and intentions. When I first met you, my mother could not tell her friends her eldest daughter was a lesbian. Talking to her friends, she would shorten my girlfriends’ names to androgynous mysteries. Jo. Nic. Lou.
FRIEND OF THE DEVIL by BOB DYLAN Story by Damian Balassone
Sometimes it’s only when you see a girl for the second or third time that you realise how beautiful she is. A song is a bit like that.
WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN by BOB DYLAN Story by Vin M
All I could think of , as she stood just a metre or two away, unflustered by betting deadlines, was her voice, her laugh, her brown eyes, her cascading hair, her full figure. And the inexperience of my heart (plus anoher vital organ).