I have a confession to make: I’m not a Bob Dylan fan. He’s a good songwriter but I dislike his singing voice. Dr. A hates his voice even more than I do. I hope my pal Al Dunn isn’t reeling right now. We’ll always have the Marx Brothers.
Dylan wrote You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere in 1967 while recovering from a near fatal motorcycle accident. He was not the first to record it. The Byrds were:
Here’s Dylan with The Band from The Basement Tapes. It’s one of the few good things to ever come from going into the basement. Just watch a horror movie and you’ll know what I mean.
Here’s three great chick singers harmonizing at Bobfest: Mary-Chapin Carpenter, Rosanne Cash, and Shawn Colvin.
Some vocal magic from The Persuasions:
I may not like Dylan’s voice, but I love Joan Osborne’s:
Finally, Noel Gallagher of Oasis with his version of this week’s tune.
That’s it for this week. Let’s drink to my first Iron IV infusion treatment. It seems to help. It’s what the Neville Brothers would want. Never argue with them.
Counting Crows also does a nice job with this. Also, “New Soft Shoe” (an excellent Gram Parsons cover band from the Cleveland area) nearly always opens with it – I saw them last night at the Maple City Tavern (where they are in residence every second Thursday of the month) and they were predictably brilliant.
PS I am a curmudgeon who does his best to browse the internet anonymously, but you (and you all) are one of my favorite corners of the place – thanks!
Regards the Marx Brothers, you can find Groucho dancing down the street and singing with Frank (can you believe it?) Sinatra
The move is Double Dynamite, and the song is ‘It’s Only Money’. Google is your friend
I’m glad he broke the “moon June croon spoon” vapidity of pop lyrics, but that’s about it for me.