Bob Dylan – Just like a woman
An evening pause: Bob Dylan, singing “Just Like a Woman,” with George Harrison and Leon Russell providing vocal and guitar support, at the 1971 live concert for Bangladesh.
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Good job, Robert Zimmerman, for putting Robert Zimmerman on here. What a lineup that night.
Some years back I got the DVD of Dylan playing at Woodstock in 94. He opened with Jokerman…I must have played that 100 times at max vol…til my neighbors complained.
Here is a link with that cut, along with Just Like a Woman in 94. The band he had then was really tight, as you can tell. And he was top notch…as always. By the way, I hear his new CD has a tribute to John Lennon.
Thanks for that.
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150207462435540
Yes, Woodstock…I remember it well as I was there…a week after it happened. I was 6 years old and on a vacation camping in the Catskills with my family. My Dad decided to drive by the site of this pivotal event, and all I saw was acres and acres of garbage, human waste, wet clothes and muddy balnkets strewn everywhere. It was shocking to see how “the Hippies” who loved the Mother Nature, left her. That’s my memory of the Baby Boomers and their reputation has not changed to this day. Everywhere Baby Boomers go, they lay waste for the following generations. They are truly deserve the title, “The Most Selfish Generation.” It is a moniker well-deserved and quite in contrast and an ironic tribute to their parents of the Greatest Generation.
The clip above was Woodstock 1994, not the original. Woodstock 94 had corporate sponsors, was televised, and had a great amount of security. Lots of trash cans too.
Dylan did not play the original Woodstock.
Yes, thank you Jim, but I’m well aware which Woodstock was highlighted in the video clip as in 1994 I was in medical school and not in six years old on a camping trip. Whether the original Woodstock or the sequel, where hippie spawn tried to recreate their parents’ muddy, acid-tripping, date-raping adolecent music/freelove festival, both events are vastly over-rated and foreshadow the grave situation our country finds itself in today.
By the way, excuse me but Robert Zimmerman is highlly over-rated as a singer and composer. He was a Woody Guthrie imitator for the Baby Boomers. He was attributed with the gift of elite intellectual Pide-Piperism al la Pete Seeger (the commie). Yes, let’s all remember the good ole days of 1969 drunken/wasted college elitism…it’s what Baby-Boomers do best. There has never been such a narcissistic generational cohort group living in an echo chamber of delusional greatness and importance, man. Do you dig it, man? Like…you haven’t really lived unless you’ve been stoned at a Dylan concert, man. It was so cool and tripp’n to be part of a generation that changed the consciousness of…eh…what was I say’n man, I forgot. I’m so wasted. Peace and love, man.
OK, that says it all. But point in fact, Dylan really was never that. He actually is fairly conservative. Both Robert Zimmerman’s have that in common.
A few years back Dylan wrote his autobiography called Chronicles, and here is just a couple of quotes:
“I didn’t belong to anybody then or now. I had a wife and children whom I loved more than anything else in the world. I was trying to provide for them, keep out of trouble…”
“I don’t know what everybody else was fantasizing about, but what I was fantasizing about was a nine-to-five existence, a house on a tree-lined block with a white picket fence, pink roses in the backyard. . .That was my deepest dream. .”
“Whatever the counterculture was, I was sick of it. . . .sick of the way my lyrics had been extrapolated, their meanings subverted into polemics…”
[during a DC demonstration of 100,000 anti-war protesters]” People I’ve never heard of were calling for me to be there and take command. It was all making me want to throw up. . .”
And in an interview: “Did I ever want to acquire the Sixties? No. But I own the Sixties I’ll give ‘em to you if you want ‘em. You can have ‘em.”
Sounds like you, jwing!
Jim, I’ll agree that Dylan is complex and was willing to break with the folk groupies when he went electric and professed a conversion to Christianity, but……he remained silent and played the role pop-culture and his agents expected for many years. It’s only recently that he has become more outspoken on his view of the sixties.
None the less, your point is well taken. I do have respect for Dylan, the man, but I reject most of the adgenda of 60’s folk/rock&roll and its unspoken destruction of countless lives by young keds trying to imitate the drug culture and the nihlism it represented.
You and I agree on one thing: drugs were the ruin of the “sixties generation.”
One last funny note:
In Chronicles, Dylan said he thought it was funny that so many people analyzed his lyrics for hidden meanings. He said there were no hidden meanings, all his songs were straightforward, and when they seemed difficult, it was only because he was looking for words that rhymed. And that was it.
Have a great weekend, jwing!