When Balladeers become Nobel Laureates

Hello all, hope you are,
well, or better than.
I have been under the weather,
lots of stuff on my mind,
not all of it good,
understatement of the year!


In the immortal words,
of,
Stephen Sondheim:

Good times & bum times.
I've seen ‘em all &, my dear,
I`m still here.
Plush velvet sometimes,
Sometimes just pretzels and beer,
But I`m here.

I am working on it,
all of it,
and,
yeah,
I'm still here.

Something weird,
and,
kind of wonderful happened,
in the world,
last week,
Bob Dylan,
won the Nobel prize for,
Literature.
Crazy world.
Now many will see this,
as a blatant attempt,
to market the prizes.
As far as I know,
they need no marketing.
Anyone who says,
Bob Dylan isn't a great,
writer,
well,
I don't know how anyone can,
say that.
He isn't a novelist,
or an essayist or a short story,
writer,
but,
he is a writer,
a great writer.
His songs have brought,
political awareness.
to successive generations.
His songs have been,
made love to,
think more,
To Make You Feel My Love,
rather than,
Masters Of War,
but,
hey, whatever floats,
your boat
:-)
His songs have been sung,
on family trips,
and,
on union lines.
We all know,
Dylan,
at least some,
Dylan.

His songs are filled with,
universal truth and artistry,
deep thought and whimsy,
make no mistake,
Bob is a great writer.

He has influenced every,
songwriter that came after him,
as someone to imitate,
or rebel against.
He has done it all,
and,
well.
Dylan isn't a great singer,
but,
he is instantly,
recognizable.

Everyone has their favourite,
Blowin' In The Wind,
Lay Lady Lay,
People Are Strange,
one,
at least,
for everyone,
and,
all his eras are good.
My favourite is,
'coz I'm a romantic,
To Make You Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
no doubt in my mind were you belong
I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on…
Bob can write,
you like him,
that’s cool,
you don’t,
so what.
I don’t like,
Philip Roth,
Or,
Paul McCartney,
but, there is no use,
denying their greatest.
Be well, you all, listen to some,
music,
read a book,
feel the love
Later girls,
BB

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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