I was in the car this morning queueing to get just inside the “snow bound” city boundary for an hour. I was listening to The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll and wondered when Billy Zantzinger may die. I wondered what Bob Dylan would say. For some reason I had a picture of him being told [...]
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I managed to duck out last night for a folky session in Cherry Hinton. I stopped going to this session a while ago due to the noisy drunks in the pub and the persistent smoking of other performers who always insisted on sitting next to me. Now with the smoking ban is in place and [...] We’re just back from the last of our weddings. This time it was two Liverpool vicars getting married. Another great day. I’m amazed how everyone of these wedding have been different. This one was on a hill in an iron church. That sounds like the name of a book “The Iron Church”. The place was packed [...] According to this blog I’ve been going to The Boot for exactly 1 year this week. It seems a lot longer. In that time I’ve warbled through: You Belong to Me Another of the CDs I bought at the weekend was Bob Dylan’s Live 1966 ‘The “Royal Albert Hall” Concert’. This is on eof the so called Bootleg Series and was actually in Manchester. Part of it was used in Scorsese’s film No Direction Home so I was familiar with a lot of it. This was [...] [photopress:leonhunt.jpg,thumb,alignleft]I threw a pile of instruments in the car on Friday and headed off for the Sorefingers Weekend in Oxfordshire. Sorefingers is a summer school week held at Kingham Hill School For Posh Kids and is situated on the Gloucestershire-Oxfordshire border. I can’t manage a week of bluegrass so I opted for this weekend winter [...] (This is the last of my Dylan smarming) I was out with a mate for a curry last night and waved him off after a dram. A good evening. L passed him on the doorstep as she came in after a video n’ chocolate evening with his wife. It was late so she toddled off to [...] Well I sat in and watched Part 2 last night, which was pretty good. Actually, it seemed to be more of Part 1 … if you know what I mean. Interesting to see Joan Baez as the mothering sort. Even on the old footage she seemed to be fussing around Dylan who seemed to be [...] I sat down late last night and caught the end of “No Direction Home” (part 1) – Martin Scorsese’s biographical documentary of Bob Dylan. It was very good indeed. Firstly it was quite nice to hear Ol’ Mr Zimmerman actually talk rather than sing. I’ve only ever heard him mumble a few words before a [...] |
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