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People often talk & argue who is the most influential iconic musician of all time? From Elvis to Marley to Lennon to Dylan. Initially, I would have said Elvis in an instant. However recently I’ve come to realize it was Mr. Bob Dylan who’s profound lyrical message’s lead to this social unrest & the forever awakening & realization that artists could write, sing & play whatever they wanted, regardless of whether or not it was socially & politically correct.
Dylan changed the landscape for popular music. From what I’ve read about him, Dylan had this insatiable drive to be “someone”…famous if you will. He knew he wasn’t the best folk guitar player around & definitely not the best singer. So what did he do? He channeled his energy through the strongest outlet he had going for him: his lyrics. The rest, as we know, is history……
If Dylan had not come along to rub the cat’s fur the wrong way, the Beatles entire discography would have been a collection of songs like “I wanna hold your hand”. It is not coincidental that when Bob finally became a international star The Beatles musical depth was taking shape to a whole other level of social relevance. The Beatles are only one of many examples who Dylan inspired. Bob Marley being another. Many had seen the impact & significance Dylan had conjured through his rebellious & in many ways, truthful outbursts. Today it is normal to hear a song that is controversial & lyrically daring. In fact, it’s quite common. However, there was a time where the lyrical content only went as far as “my woman’s gone & left me”….seriously. That was until Bob Dylan emerged to create a domino effect through the last 5 decades that has left a sustaining message & lyrical freedom that seems to be inscribed subconsciously within our boundaries of entitlement as musical artists. So for that, Mr. Dylan I thank you!
-T

People often talk & argue who is the most influential iconic musician of all time? From Elvis to Marley to Lennon to Dylan. Initially, I would have said Elvis in an instant. However recently I’ve come to realize it was Mr. Bob Dylan who’s profound lyrical message’s lead to this social unrest & the forever awakening & realization that artists could write, sing & play whatever they wanted, regardless of whether or not it was socially & politically correct.

Dylan changed the landscape for popular music. From what I’ve read about him, Dylan had this insatiable drive to be “someone”…famous if you will. He knew he wasn’t the best folk guitar player around & definitely not the best singer. So what did he do? He channeled his energy through the strongest outlet he had going for him: his lyrics. The rest, as we know, is history……

If Dylan had not come along to rub the cat’s fur the wrong way, the Beatles entire discography would have been a collection of songs like “I wanna hold your hand”. It is not coincidental that when Bob finally became a international star The Beatles musical depth was taking shape to a whole other level of social relevance. The Beatles are only one of many examples who Dylan inspired. Bob Marley being another. Many had seen the impact & significance Dylan had conjured through his rebellious & in many ways, truthful outbursts. Today it is normal to hear a song that is controversial & lyrically daring. In fact, it’s quite common. However, there was a time where the lyrical content only went as far as “my woman’s gone & left me”….seriously. That was until Bob Dylan emerged to create a domino effect through the last 5 decades that has left a sustaining message & lyrical freedom that seems to be inscribed subconsciously within our boundaries of entitlement as musical artists. So for that, Mr. Dylan I thank you!

-T

Lyrically, this has to be the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The song is a delicate combination of raw and subtle. The imagery is so tangible. I swear I could write a screenplay inspired off these lyrics. Read the lyrics while listening:

She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they’re applauding us the the quiet love we made.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said “Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I’ve been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me.”
There’s a lot of things that can kill a man,
there’s a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There’s a lot of things I don’t understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.