You should all read and share this brilliant article about the life within the artists that actually speaks by themselves, because it talks about the real meaning of art itself in the most insightful way one could imagine.
‘The highest purpose of art is to inspire. What else can you do for anyone but inspire them?’Bob Dylan
Few days ago, trying to chase away the ‘fall blues’, while having my morning coffee I have noticed that finally the sun was rising above the sky, which faintly promised for a pleasant weather for the rest of the week. Taking another sip of my latte – still feeling quite uninspired- I said to myself – ‘I wish something spectacular has happened’.
When I opened my mailbox, I’ve noticed that there was something waiting for me there. It turned out that my blog had few new ‘followers’ which, of course, made me very happy. Among them there was an alert about a writer called Kim (author of a very nice online read called ‘Peace, Love and Patchouli’).
As a faithful believer in low of attraction (‘ask, believe, receive and…
This is actually a beautiful song, so delighful in its simplicty. It was released on Eels album called “Tomorrow Morning.” They are an excellent band, slightly related to Bob Dylan because they covered him a couple of times, at least. Their best known Dylan cover was “Girl From The North Country.” I like Eels a lot and the way Mr.E (Mark Oliver Everett) let this song roll makes me smile with anticipation of a joyful time, the love for someone I have known that’s growing in my heart just like a tropical tsunami. So, here it comes, dedicated to the one I love:
I like The Way This is Going
I like your toothy smile,
It never fails to beguile.
Whichever way the wind is blowing
I like the way this is going.
I like the color of your hair,
I think we make a handsome pair.
I can only see my love growing
I like the way this is going
I like to watch TV with you,
There’s really nothing I would rather do.
Then maybe we can go to bed,
Get up and do it all again.
I like the way your pants fit,
How you stand and how you sit,
Whatever seeds that you’re sowing,
I like the way this is going.
I dont care about the past,
None of it was made to last,
It’s not who you’ve known,
But who you’re knowing,
I like the way this is going
I like the way this is going.
Copyright 2010 EELStheband.com
The song already says it all. We all know how it feels when we have come to know someone that really means something bigger than life itself. It’s just a wonder, as the song reflects so well, knowing things are going fine, thinking everything is going to be alright and that particular someone might love you too. It makes you feel joyful and plenty of energy. You go thinking and thinking and thinking again, filled up with tenderness, looking forward to a beautiful relationship that you hope will last forever. And this all happens even when you are aware it never worked in the past with anybody else. So I must agree, I like her toothy smile, I like the way the song is rolling. I like the way this is going.
As an homage to Bob Dylan on his Nobel Prize award I’m bringing here a sample of what Dylan can do with his own stuff when he feels inspired:
That magic moment in the beginning when he takes the harmonica and blows out the audience’s minds, it’s unbelievable. Something out of this world. How he feels into the music and makes that sign to the drummer with his arm, his hand asking him to stop and wait ’til he’s done with his mouth harp solo, that’s simply amazing. It sure exemplifies the versatility of his talent, the greatness of a genius.
Another sequence of the same movie here, where the song “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door” is sounding in the background. Of course, the original song was recorded in February 1973 on Burbank Studios at Burbank, California, released on Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid soundtrack.
Enjoy, if you like Bob Dylan… if not, don’t worry, nobody cares. But still a pity someone is missing the privilege of such a pleasure to our senses. Happy weekend to all of you, dear readers.
The news just broke up this afternoon at 13:00 hours my local time. I couldn’t believe it, even if I knew he’s been nominated for the Nobel prize year after year since 1997. But it’s true. Here, through the link provided on the newspaper name, you can read the news as published in The Guardian, including live updates and reactions. I am still leaving another link, this one to the CNBC news from Reuters agency. Many people don’t even think he deserved such a prize. Most of us, Dylan followers thought it was the Nobel Prize who didn’t deserve Dylan figure in the list of the awarded persons 😆
Anyway, these are really great news. He’s the first singer/songwriter to be awarded with such a prestigious prize. From now on they will have to consider that poetry and music (song’s lyrics) are intimately linked and have a common goal: To reach the souls, to make other people feel emotions and think deeply about their lives and the human condition.
Long life to Bob Dylan. God bless him, God bless you all.
This is one of the most popular Rhymes of the Spanish post-romanticist poet Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (1836-1870.) Yesterday I mentioned this verse in one of Candice’s posts at thefeatheredsleep blog (you can take a look at her wonderful site following the link.) As she wanted to know this Rhyme and be able to read it in Spanish, I promised her I would post it. I took the liberty to translate it myself to the English language, so the words might be understandable for everybody else, or I hope so.
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Volverán las Oscuras Golondrinas
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Volverán las oscuras golondrinas
De tu balcón sus nidos a colgar,
Y, otra vez, con el ala a sus cristales
Jugando llamarán;
Pero aquéllas que el vuelo refrenaban
Tu hermosura y mi dicha al contemplar,
Aquéllas que aprendieron nuestros nombres…
Ésas… ¡no volverán!
Volverán las tupidas madreselvas
De tu jardín las tapias a escalar,
Y otra vez a la tarde, aun más hermosas,
Sus flores se abrirán;
Pero aquéllas, cuajadas de rocío,
Cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar
Y caer, como lágrimas del día…
Ésas… ¡no volverán!
Volverán del amor en tus oídos
Las palabras ardientes a sonar;
Tu corazón, de su profundo sueño
Tal vez despertará;
Pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas,
Como se adora a Dios ante un altar,
Como yo te he querido…, desengáñate:
¡Así no te querrán!
G.A.Becquer
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Dark Swallows Will Return
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Dark swallows will return
To hang their nest upon your balcony,
And again with her wings, playing,
They will knock on its window’s glasses;
But those who slowed down their flight
To contemplate your beauty and my happiness,
Those who learned our names …
Those … will not come back!
Bushy honeysuckle will grow
To climb your garden walls,
And again in the afternoon, even more beautiful,
Its flowers will bloom;
But those, curdled with dew
Which drops we watched tremble
And fall like tears of the day …
Those … will not grow up!
Burning words of love
Will sound in your ears again;
Your heart, from its deep dream
Perhaps will awake;
But silent and absorbed and on their knees,
As God is worshiped at the altar,
As I have loved you … Don’t kid yourself:
They will not love you like that!
G.A.Becquer
Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Just a single thought that comes to mind: While it’s well known that several romanticists, such as Lord Byron and Edgar Allan Poe, influenced Bob Dylan, and also he came to read many of the greatest Spanish poets like Fray Luis de Leon or Federico Garcia Lorca, it sounds bizarre that I have never heard of any link (or read about) between the songwriter and G.A.Becquer.
This is the 3rd and last day of my 3 Days 3 Quotes challenge. To finish up I was going to share one of the many insightful quotes I could choose among the so frequently clever Bob Dylan lines, or answers when interviewed. In the end, I changed my mind, though, and decided to pick up something funnier of significant impact from somebody else, as I didn’t want to bother anyone with as much Dylan content as I have in mind. On the other hand, I could not make a final decision myself between the many quotations from the American bard one might consider reasonably witty. Talking with a very special friend of mine, as I mentioned I wanted to find a funny quote for the last issue of this daring challenge, she suggested me to use anyone from Groucho Marx. That was a brilliant idea, so I just agreed and started to google it, in search of the coolest one for me at the present time. Here it is:
“I never forget a face, but in your case I’ll be glad to make an exception.” – Groucho Marx
Something funny we can apply to anyone that’s really annoying or someone who hurt us deeply and left us standing with teary eyes staring at the starry night.
I really appreaciate all of my nominees, which I think are wonderful. I wish you good luck, my fellow bloggermates.
Thank you once again Anju for the nomination. I recommend you all to visit her blog flollowing the provided link: https://anjusworldblog.wordpress.com/
This is day two of my 3 Days 3 Quotes challenge. I have always liked this sentence, which I read was by Bob Dylan. I believed it, though I had never seen it in any Dylan song or book. I just discovered it was actually a Bob Marley quote :D. Anyway, still it is a great one, so here it comes:
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet” – Bob Marley
MONTREAL, QUE.: MAY 17, 2012 — Musician Bob Marley, from Marley, a documentary film directed by Kevin MacDonald, courtesy Seville. HANDOUT
I really appreaciate all of my nominees, which I believe are wonderful. I wish you good luck, my fellow bloggermates.
Thank you once again Anju for the nomination. I recommend you all to visit her blog flollowing the provided link: https://anjusworldblog.wordpress.com/
First of all I just want to show my gratitude to Anjum (Anju’s world blog) to be so kind as to nominate me for this exciting challenge. She’s such a lovely lady and her blog so great. Her site it’s always filled with wise sentences, firm determination, friendly attitude and contagious kindness. Visit her blog following the above link, you will not regret it. She is always inspiring as a smile at dawn, when the day begins.
When I was a kid and I was going to school, the entrance to the building had a bow and an inscription above the arch. Every day when I walked in I was reading it, thinking about it. I didn’t really understand the meaning, but I could never forget it. Being an adult I became aware of how thoughtful the sentence was, and what an awesome truth it left written in my mind. So I wanted to bring it here for all of you to read. This is the first quote, which I learned it comes from the Holy Bible, St. John The Vangelist 8:31-36, quoting Jesus Christ words to those who believed in him:
“the Truth Will Set You Free” – Jesus Christ
I always interpreted it as stating that you remain slave of your own lies, which makes a lot of sense, though maybe that’s not exactly what Jesus meant.
Ése era el título de un melodrama de Douglas Sirk protagonizado por Lana Turner, una de mis actrices favoritas. Era una gran película, verdaderamente, como muchas otras de Sirk.
Debo añadir que Lana Turner es también una de las actrices favoritas de Bob Dylan, cosa que menciono por puro capricho, ya que me permite incluir el nombre de mi intérprete favorito; algo que será a partir de ahora un sello distintivo de mi producción en este blog.
La película trata sobre el racismo y otros temas transcendentes como la diferencia de clases y de género. De todos modos, no es mi intención hablar de la película aquí, sino de la canción de R.E.M. que estoy compartiendo:
Imitation Of Life
Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth, named by a poet
Imitation of life
Like a koi in a frozen pond
Like a goldfish in a bowl
I don’t want to hear you cry
That’s sugarcane that tasted good
That’s cinnamon, that’s Hollywood
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try
You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced
You’ve got it all, you’ve got it sized
Like a Friday fashion show teenager
Freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you don’t try
That’s sugarcane that tasted good
That’s cinnamon, that’s Hollywood
C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try
No one can see you cry
That sugarcane that tasted good
That freezing rain, that’s what you could
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry
Sugarcane
This sugarcane
This lemonade
This hurricane, I’m not afraid
C’mon, c’mon no one can see me cry
This lightning storm
This tidal wave
This avalanche, I’m not afraid
C’mon, c’mon no one can see me cry
That sugarcane that tasted good
That’s who you are, that’s what you could
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry
That sugarcane that tasted good
That’s who you are, that’s what you could
C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry
Charadas, habilidad emergente
Jacinto acuático, que decia el poeta
Imitación a la vida
Como un koi en un estanque helado
Como un pez en una pecera
No quiero oírte llorar
Esa es la caña de azúcar que sabía tan bien
Eso es canela, eso es Hollywood
Vamos, adelante, que nadie te vea intentarlo
Deseas lo más grande
Lo más grande desde que se inventó el pan de molde
Lo tienes todo, y a lo grande.
Igual que un adolescente un viernes en un desfile de moda
Congelado en un rincón
Tratando de hacer como si no lo intentases
Esa es la caña de azúcar que sabía tan bien
Eso es canela, eso es Hollywood
Vamos, adelante, que nadie te vea intentarlo
Que nadie te vea llorar
Esa caña de azúcar que sabía tan bien
Esa lluvia helada, eso es lo que conseguiste
Vamos, adelante, que nadie te vea llorar
Esta caña de azúcar
Esta limonada
Este huracán, no me asusta
Vamos, adelante, que nadie me vea llorar
Esta tormenta eléctrica
Este maremoto
Esta avalancha, no me asusta
Vamos, adelante, que nadie me vea llorar
Esa caña de azúcar que sabía tan bien
Eso es lo que eres, eso es lo que conseguiste
Vamos, adelante, que nadie te vea llorar
Esa caña de azúcar que sabía tan bien
Eso es lo que eres, eso es lo que conseguiste
Vamos, adelante, que nadie te vea llorar.
R.E.M. (RAPID EYE MOVEMENT – MOVIMIENTO RÁPIDO DEL OJO)
¿No es una canción fascinante? Ni siquiera sé bien de que trata, pero es tan sugerente. Un torrente de sentimientos y emociones. Parece que algo sucede entre los dos personajes, el cantante / compositor (ya que está escrito en primera persona de nuevo) y ese alguien a quien él describe como “un adolescente un viernes en un desfile de moda congelándose en un rincón” ¡Qué sorprendente descripción! Podemos rastrear entre líneas la relación, que parece estar rota o deteriorada, pero aún así, mejor que nadie vea llorar a ninguno de los dos. Ocultando las emociones, mostrando entereza tratando de parecer normal.
Las metáforas son increíbles “como un koi en un estanque helado“, una imagen brutal. Su relación parece derrumbarse y, mientras vuelve a reproducir el pasado, “esa caña de azúcar, esa limonada”, puede prever la “tormenta eléctrica, este maremoto” destruyendo todo lo que quedaba. La firmeza en su actitud le permite hacer frente a los hechos sin temor, “esta avalancha, no me asusta”, incluso si tiene que hacer de tripas corazón para ocultar las lágrimas.
Mientras se enfrenta a la tormenta aún tiene algunas palabras que decirle a su pareja acerca de lo que sentía, lo que el ser aludido significaba para él, lo que esa otra persona podría haber hecho o evitado. Por eso me encantan esos versos del estribillo que se repiten al final:
“Esa caña de azúcar que sabía tan bien Eso es lo que eres, eso es lo que conseguiste Vamos, adelante, que nadie te vea llorar”.
En tanto que el otro no lo hizo, el intérprete canta como si pretendiese decir algo así como “mejor no llores, guarda tus lágrimas ahora” cuando dice “que nadie te vea llorar”. La noción más interesante en la estructura narrativa resulta ser la comparación entre ambos, ya que aparentemente ambos sufren igualmente. Sin duda el desenlace supone un trance igualmente doloroso para cualquiera de los miembros de la pareja, ambos deben ocultar las lágrimas.
Sea cual sea la razón, cómo fue construida la letra o el impacto de una conmovedora sucesión de acordes, el caso es que no puedo evitar sentirme emocionado por la forma en que Michael Stipe canta esta canción. Cada vez que entona el estribillo tengo que recordarme a mí mismo: “Vamos, adelante, que nadie te vea llorar”.
El Coleccionista Hipnótico 