Bob Dylan is coming to town.
The first song I remember really liking was “Glow Little Glow Worm.” Aunt Helen used to sing it to me and I would sometimes hear it on the Lawrence Welk show. Next was “The Lion Sleeps Tonight,” which Shaun would sing to me. Then I swooned over all the teenage pop songs.
Arlo Guthrie was fun, but didn’t grow up much since the ‘70’s. Two of his songs are still favorites of my, for personal reasons – “The Train They Called the City of New Orleans” and “Coming into Las Angeles.” I had a couple of chances to see him in recent years, but after looking at some clips of recent concerts I think I’ve out grown him. I think he could be a buddy (despite his claim to be a republican) but not an icon. Bob Dylan would never be my friend but I do consider him an icon.
The first time I remember hearing Bob Dylan was when I was in the army in 1968. I really thought he was the worse singer I ever heard, but the guy I was with was big city and cool and he said Dylan was the best. I came to agree with him. Many have considered him “the poet laureate of American music.” He has grown and gone through many stages in his life, not rested on his past success. If I was on the desert island with songs by one artist I would choose Dylan.
So Dylan is coming to town next month. What to do?
It Ain't Me, Babe
Go ’way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I’m not the one you want, babe
I’m not the one you need
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you an’ defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe