What is cool is,Dylan is still popular in this day and age,from way back in the sixties,My mom`s era was called" back in the olden days",i was young back in the sixties and the music is still popular in these times,they started it all!
that's intersting you mention that- in the book "One More Night" the author theorized that his voice began to deteroriate here shortly after these tours and his range started to get reduced.
Losing my tiny mind. Shot of ❤️. Duhhhh…….. Now back to the beginning. Wow. The poorest time ever for me. Stopped speaking to both my parents from mid June until I left home in October. So I told my dad to go to hell with the two quid a week he gave me for running the fuckin place when my mum was working. So I shot myself somewhat in the foot 🦶. Did that because he’d told me he would give me a hundred quid when I’d finished my A levels to go to a music festival in Cork. I was organising the whole thing and me, K in Athens and my current solicitor MT with our boyfriends of that time we’re going together to Cork. 100 quid would cover the costs of the tickets, travel, accommodation, food everything. Then in the middle of June my mum accused me one night of pretending to study in order to avoid doing housework. I lost it as I sometimes do if accused of the opposite of what I’m doing. She then said and no one in this house is going to give you any money to go to Cork.So I lost it even more. Couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The thought of getting to Cork was the only thing sustaining me since that Easter. I asked him would he give me the money he’d promised, he said no. I can’t overrule your mother. I told him to go to hell. She said I was unstable I was so upset. Being that upset meant you were mad, not her for acting like a mad bitch. I couldn’t believe either how she timed it. I’d done all my exams except that last Irish literature paper. I was so mad I didn’t want to do it. My best subject. I’d stopped smoking at Easter so I started again. But I now had no money so Paul my then bf bought me cigarettes and paid me into discos during that summer. Every time she visited me for the first maybe three years at uni I thought to myself wtf are u here for acting so happy for me to be here when u did everything possible to stop me getting here. My dad had been the opposite. Anyways. I got the only A out of 17 students, probably cos I wrote a killer essay on Flann o’Brien’s An Beal Bocht and it’s hard to cry except with laughter when reading Flann. Or the poetry of O’Riordain or O’Direain or the stories of MacGrianna. Well actually these would all make anyone cry but Flann was there as light relief from it all. A fuckin genius of a guy. A northerner who taught himself Irish and then had the audacity, a bit like Joyce and the English language to entirely fuck with the language and create his own version. And in the process took the piss out of all the lauded writers in Irish who had come before him.
Mr Tambourine Man is truly magnificent here.
I loved "Shot of Love" so much, great to see some of the songs live!
Thank you Arthur Mc Bride. Beautiful.
What is cool is,Dylan is still popular in this day and age,from way back in the sixties,My mom`s era was called" back in the olden days",i was young back in the sixties and the music is still popular in these times,they started it all!
Tim Drummond played bass for so many greats. Neil Young, Crosby Stills and Nash, James Brown, Jackson Brown, Beach Boys, Bob Dylan, and many others.
One of my favourite songs on that album. Is it Saved. Think so.
You’re wrong Missus
Tim Drummond and Jim Keltner !!!!!!!!!!!!!
No not envious. I am glad that you live. Thinking is weakness is love no. Conpleting human love with the divine is comedy
Awesome!
Thank you so much for this beautiful Live performance and for the musician list in your description!🤍
he sounds awesome here..!
Great
Tim Drummond was every where
I think this Tambourine Man was from the Drammen, Norway July 10 show.
hey mister! bob'll bring it back home..
Keeping it's hid. I suppose
Ethan is like a summers day.Now I just got that horting feeling.
1981 perhaps the last great tour when bob was really on his game vocals wise
that's intersting you mention that- in the book "One More Night" the author theorized that his voice began to deteroriate here shortly after these tours and his range started to get reduced.
I love the 1999-2001 voice, and his recent tours, went to see him for my 17th Birthday last year and he was amazing
Location was Germany Loreley ...i was there ;-)
Tom Cooper, ich auch....
Where in Germany
Ya and keltner out of the studio
Wow, Arthur. Great post. Any more from the same concert?
Tim Drummond on Bass
Is it "the" Tim Drummond who played bass in James Brown's band in late 60's ?
If I’d got that job as a backing singer, and avoided TCD, we could’ve fucked about two million times by now.
Have Heart of Mine from the same show?
From which one? The clip is from 3 different shows.
Losing my tiny mind. Shot of ❤️. Duhhhh…….. Now back to the beginning. Wow. The poorest time ever for me. Stopped speaking to both my parents from mid June until I left home in October. So I told my dad to go to hell with the two quid a week he gave me for running the fuckin place when my mum was working. So I shot myself somewhat in the foot 🦶. Did that because he’d told me he would give me a hundred quid when I’d finished my A levels to go to a music festival in Cork. I was organising the whole thing and me, K in Athens and my current solicitor MT with our boyfriends of that time we’re going together to Cork. 100 quid would cover the costs of the tickets, travel, accommodation, food everything. Then in the middle of June my mum accused me one night of pretending to study in order to avoid doing housework. I lost it as I sometimes do if accused of the opposite of what I’m doing. She then said and no one in this house is going to give you any money to go to Cork.So I lost it even more. Couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The thought of getting to Cork was the only thing sustaining me since that Easter. I asked him would he give me the money he’d promised, he said no. I can’t overrule your mother. I told him to go to hell. She said I was unstable I was so upset. Being that upset meant you were mad, not her for acting like a mad bitch. I couldn’t believe either how she timed it. I’d done all my exams except that last Irish literature paper. I was so mad I didn’t want to do it. My best subject. I’d stopped smoking at Easter so I started again. But I now had no money so Paul my then bf bought me cigarettes and paid me into discos during that summer. Every time she visited me for the first maybe three years at uni I thought to myself wtf are u here for acting so happy for me to be here when u did everything possible to stop me getting here. My dad had been the opposite. Anyways. I got the only A out of 17 students, probably cos I wrote a killer essay on Flann o’Brien’s An Beal Bocht and it’s hard to cry except with laughter when reading Flann. Or the poetry of O’Riordain or O’Direain or the stories of MacGrianna. Well actually these would all make anyone cry but Flann was there as light relief from it all. A fuckin genius of a guy. A northerner who taught himself Irish and then had the audacity, a bit like Joyce and the English language to entirely fuck with the language and create his own version. And in the process took the piss out of all the lauded writers in Irish who had come before him.
Grat
The whole thing, just fucking WOW.
Bob it`s Jesus remember that`s why the whole world recounted time 2014 ad in the year of the lord
My nasty sister’s birthday. Her 23rd.