LIKE A ROLLING STONE by BOB DYLAN. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
We sold our place needed the cash to eat./We were lucky on the street...
We sold our place needed the cash to eat./We were lucky on the street...
Ocean City, 1968. It was a story told often afterwards,/told to the kids as a classic...
There are four different versions of Red River Shore on the Fragments boxed set, and they are all absolute classics.
He is the magpie, the bowerbird, the blue jay. Bob Dylan collects words. He rephrases his music again and again.
Amongst our humble collection about Bob Dylan songs youāll find stories about high-school days, share-house life, broken relationships, family life, teenage life, unrequited love, and grief.
I catch Dylan's phrasings and intonations in-between cutting the carrots and the parsnips.
There are many ways to meet a song for the first time. I didnāt meet Angelina until I read a novel called The Best Of Adam Sharp, by Graeme Simsion.
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.
āIs that all the man sings? āHow does it feel?āā Hannah, five years old, is making a play-dough birthday cake. Jesse, nearly three, is drawing a map of the world. Iām podding peas.
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 girlfriendsā names to androgynous mysteries. Jo. Nic. Lou.