Bob Dylan’s new album, Triplicate, comes out March 31.
Let’s try a little harder to love one another. . .
“My Back Pages”
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Throwin’ high and mighty traps
Countless fire and flaming road
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now. Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that nowMy guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGEIMCWob3U&feature=share
Throwin’ high and mighty traps
Countless fire and flaming road
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundation deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now. Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that nowMy guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGEIMCWob3U&feature=share
Christ is Risen!
Christ Is Risen!
Thank you George for everything you do to make this blog possible.
Indeed He is arisen!
You’re very welcome, Joseph. And thank you for your readership and thoughtful comments.
I have to admit that I have help behind the scenes and truth be told, I’d not be able to do this without it.
Thank you, Joseph Lipper, for your fine posts. Otherwise, almost everyone here, who all seem to be on the same page, and who think you are somehow wrong about everything, would be right about everything all the time, and there would be no reason to have a discussion at all.
That might be true, Beryl, if we ignored Joseph, but we don’t. Of all George’s readers, Joseph probably sparks the most discussion. People find it easy to interact with him because he doesn’t make the people with whom he disagrees, “bad.” You won’t find Joseph shaming, ridiculing or one-upping anyone. He has strong opinions, sure, but as a human being, he’s the “good sort.” I enjoy Joseph.
Indeed.
One of Dylan’s most insightful and one to which I strongly relate. I’m getting younger all the time.
If we’re doing it right, we’re “younger than that now.”
I love this video. It evokes a “sweet spot” in musicality, i.e. a point when all the Travelling Willburys were still alive; a last gasp of creativity for the Rock n’ Roll genre. For my money, they were the residue (bad word) of all that was greatest in music from the years 1968 thru 1992ish. Dylan, Clapton, Harrison, Orbison, etc. (The Beach Boys were a parallel track.)
It’s amazing how among all of the Beatles, it seems that it was Harrison that left the most impact. This despite the fact that he had some very weak and tepid albums. (But then again, so did McCartney.) All Things Must Pass was almost as much a turning point as Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band and Revolver rolled into one.
But I digress. What it was to be young, to be 17 forever and going to see The Concert for Bangladesh at a “midnight movie” in 1977 with Nina, my cute little Irish-Italian Catholic girlfriend.
Sigh. Still, it’s memories that propel us forward. This video brings back many good memories. I hope it does for y’all (who are over 50) as well.
Great stuff, indeed.
I was a frat boy at Cal Berkeley in 1966-67. Student body dances had Moby Grape, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Jefferson Airplane, Country Joe and the Fish.
Saw them all in person, there and at the Fillmore. Great times. Still get down to Berkeley now and then for chapter reunions; just last month in fact…..
That would have been something.
Bet your mother didn’t know you had a cute little Irish-Italian Catholic girlfriend!
I tried to keep it a secret. I failed and boy, did I hear about it!
I was a Presbyterian lad with a cute Irish-Croatian Catholic girlfriend; met her at age 16.
No secret, though. Married her at 19 at her family church, St. Patrick’s.
In a couple of weeks, it’ll be 52 years. We live about 6 city blocks from that church.
Me ghia! (With Health!) Idiomatic, loses a little bit in the translation. Kinda like mazel tov!
Go see Avengers: Endgame. It opens up with “Dear Mr Fantasy” by Traffic.
https://youtu.be/szgl05TJ-Q8
The entire movie is mind-blowing.