A Not So Aging Songwriter–

Once again Jack gets his guest post in on time – –

Readers of this blog and my guest posts will know already that I’m a big fan of Bob Dylan. I first heard him in the early 1960s and was completely captivated. I even saw him live towards the end of the infamous world tour of 1966 – he played the ABC cinema in Edinburgh a few days before the final concert in Manchester where someone shouted “Judas!”

I never miss a chance to include one of his songs in my weekly Celtic music radio show, but I’m working now on a program completely devoted to his songs. I can hear you now –already, from here — wondering how that’s possible.

When he first arrived in New York, he hooked up with Joan Baez, and she was singing English and Scottish ballads, and he also was pals with the Clancy Brothers, who sang mostly Irish songs. Then he spent a month in London, where he met many Scottish, English, and Irish singers. So, many of his subsequent songs used tunes from the songs and ballads he’d heard. Actually, I was surprised by just how many of his original songs from that time used not just British tunes but lots of words and phrases from British ballads.

Then in the 1980s he revisited those times and recorded two albums of folk songs that included “Canadeeio,” based on Nic Jones’ version, and “Arthur McBride,” based on the arrangement by Paul Brady.

Just recently I was alerted by a friend to two more Dylan songs that I’d never heard –

Neither of them have any particular connection to Celtic music, although their sentiments are pretty much universal. One is “Wallflower,” and when first listening it seems like just another country song with classic rhythm and chord sequence. It seems like either a conversation or maybe just inward thoughts of a man at a dance in a small town dancehall, who feels out of place and awkward. But it immediately reminded me of an experience I had in my late teens, when some friends persuaded me to go to just such a dance. I’m useless at dancing, and I remember feeling exactly like the guy in this song.

The second is “To Make You Feel my Love,” which is very different. It’s a heartfelt and yearning love song with a gorgeous and quite unusual tune, and it has been covered by many other singers.

It’s maybe worth mentioning that Dylan has always had a good ear for unusual chord progressions, starting with “House of the Rising Sun” on his very first album and continuing over the years. Borrowing from others for sure but making something of his own and new at the same time.

Dylan never fails to surprise me and has done so many times over the years. Just when you think he has settled into some kind of pattern he jumps out, grabs, and shakes you…and then takes you down a different road altogether.

Have a little listen, yourself, if you like:

Joan Osborne – To Make You feel my Love

Diana Krall – Wallflower

Bob Dylan – The Walls of Red Wing (tune is The Road and the Miles to Dundee)

Come back next Wednesday for more from Jack

New Year’s Resolutions —

Writer Wendy’s weekly blog

New Year Resolutions
We all make them. We all break them. I’m not sure I take them all that seriously anymore, but I do have a list of goals for 2024.

  1. Set up the still. We have a sorta jumbled collection of what we think is most of the equipment in one of our outbuildings. This is the year we try making that bundle of tubes and barrels and little metal thingies into a working machine. Outside town limits, of course.
  2. Befriend a crow, maybe? This one is speculative, but gee, it looks like fun. The crows bring
    people pretty presents, and they seem to be excellent conversationalists. Plus, maybe they’d keep that effing chicken hawk away…..
  3. Say the eff word less in casual conversation; save it for important moments. This one might be hard because I’ve been binge watching Succession. (IYKYK) Still, I would like to maximize the impact of my selected f-bomb moments by making them more, well, selective.
  4. Make some new friends. As we age, we all know that making new friends is weirder, perhaps even harder. A widowed friend took up salsa dancing in an effort to meet people, and now she’s beating back male attention with a stick. A divorced friend joined the women’s club, a do-gooding society that raises money by baking stuff and selling it and then spending the money to buy more stuff for baking, etc. They’re also really good at feeding homeless people and holding the government accountable for not taking care of homeless people. Sorta like librarians, the Wytheville women’s club. Do not eff with them; they will eff you up with soft pillows and sweet treats and kind words so that you will not realize until you cannot get a loan at the bank or a seat at the coffee shop that you have been well and truly EFFED around town. They do their best work undercover. I’m not a good dancer, so I joined the women’s club. Since then I’ve met a lot of nice homeless kids with the same sad slide of small situations tumbling together to form disaster in their lives. Homelessness is made up of a bunch of tangled circumstances coupled with one piece of bad luck or timing. But hey, in a small town, bad luck is bad karma which somehow became a Christian concept known as “not working hard enough.” Never have figured that one out, but we laugh about it a lot at the women’s club, between making box meals and crocheting hats for the homeless kids.
  5. Do not fall for the “God is mean” trick making the rounds. Read Matthew 20 once a week or so (that’s the one where everyone gets paid the same for working the vineyard, even though some worked all day and some worked less than half the day). Cruelty is not listed as a fruit of the spirit; preying on the weak is not Biblical. I will ignore the growing Gordian knot of White supremacy mixed with “God only loves those who (insert X here)” mixed with abortion is God’s most important cause, and thus “we all know that means God loves straight white men more” lunacy flowing from so many spigots these days. Imma read the Bible and stay out of the extrabiblical literature zone. And I’ve always been good at staying away from men preaching a Jesus who has their exact personality. They’re easy to spot.

    So no, not too many resolutions really. Now, where to meet crows….?