Bob Dylan being Iconic in Interviews for 25 minutes!

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  • Опубліковано 3 гру 2024

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  • @marmite2500
    @marmite2500 11 днів тому +5

    What I love about Bob Dylan is he never took any shit from anyone . He was never rude , he was always honest and refused to be put into any pigeon hole . A true original thinker of the likes we will never see again

  • @jamesbradshaw3389
    @jamesbradshaw3389 3 місяці тому +6

    Bob was way ahead of the game even in those days, he could run rings are those interviewers much more than he did, God bless you Bob for the man you were and are still to this day , You have produced the greatest works which will be talked about, and played in 500 years time, he will be rightly placed along side the greatest artists of all time

  • @janetleatham9772
    @janetleatham9772 4 місяці тому +4

    Bob being so innocent and real in this Amazing interview absolutely Brilliant and showing a Wonderful Young Man ❤❤❤❤❤

    • @hobdabob
      @hobdabob 4 дні тому

      This guy is neither innocent or honest....but very very charming

    • @hobdabob
      @hobdabob 4 дні тому

      Bob is the complete opposite to innocent and honest. Sooo charming and sharp, but very calculated.

  • @gabriellaweir
    @gabriellaweir 2 місяці тому +7

    Bob is so Sassy

  • @patriciafootejohnson2817
    @patriciafootejohnson2817 4 місяці тому +3

    This black Detroit 60's chick can't wait to see my handsome curly haired boy timmothee chalamet play my handsome curly haired man Bob Dylan in a complete unknown. His music and writing is iconic and l have and will always love Dylan and his songs.

  • @Megan-y5n
    @Megan-y5n 4 дні тому +1

    9:50 kills me

  • @hobdabob
    @hobdabob 4 дні тому

    Second great artist this month I'm calling out as ticking all the dsm psychopath boxes.

  • @chrisandrus689
    @chrisandrus689 3 місяці тому

    (completely) One of a Kind
    The Dylan Sutras
    (in memorium: David McFedrin & Scarlett McKeachern)
    I
    last night i came across Bob Dylan, in the alley
    playing poker with mah-jongg tiles
    and a cellar of kosher salt, and he explained
    how to cure meat, and all the sins of man
    with just a song, and where to find the forgotten
    Rites of Spring;
    and as the light
    beneath the East River emerged into morning
    the children sang,
    of Truth and the times before Man’s cruelty
    had made the Earth fallow and
    unproductive.
    II
    this morning in the River’s light
    i saw and heard Bob Dylan screaming & stalking
    out of the alley, throwing a fit and the stolen mah-jongg tiles
    back at his childhood friends, sitting drunk
    on stolen wine and the follies of youth.
    he swore he was fed-up with humanity
    and its heinous addiction to death and war,
    and power; he snapped every pencil on Earth, broke
    every lying instrument of musical denial,
    and skulked-away, muttering about the Failure
    of God and All Light.
    III
    i found Bob Dylan sitting at a card table
    munching salted mah-jongg tiles, mushrooms and bitter
    (Russian folk songs and) fruits; he wept, right there, for hope
    lessness, and lectured on the curing of meats, and
    the recurring itch of war,
    and of the need for love, and then, of the pain of living.
    i left him there in the rotting stench
    of uneaten garbage and the Fall of Man;
    and i went looking for the bus to daylight,
    the Lost Tablets of (all-Powerful) Stones,
    and the last day, when all guns were memories,
    and when school teachers taught First Aid, and
    common decency.
    IV
    i am Bob Dylan and my centuries’ old bones
    can no longer hold the shape of man
    erect or a stringed instrument of any kind;
    “i cannot write”, i said, “one more song
    to tell of a past full of Sunday morning light,
    or warn of the poison pellets (once more) flooding Our
    waters”.
    “i will not even try, ever-again, to save
    this planet from the cancer of Man,
    will not give hope to one more generation
    or new-born child; No, i will never again sing
    of a dove in the sand, or a Man
    of peace, or love.”
    V
    when i got to heaven, God
    was Bob Dylan, with (just about) Everything blowin
    around in the Celestial Wind (which is, in fact) what we call
    Time; every mah-jongg tile ever carved, or struck is
    on the wall behind Him, in their Absolute order, and Every
    soul, of Man has been cured; and each and Every moment was filled
    with music, echoing, “...you’ve gotta Serve Somebody...”
    the demented smile on His (not)face belonged
    in an interview, in an airport, in SanFran, in the sixties,
    and i, was, paralyzed as Every single fact fit into perfect
    place and the Son smiled as well, seeing deep in my eyes
    the same startled (incredulous, suspicious, but no-longer-stuck-
    in 3D dichotomies) light of revelation that every soul
    before me had worn; able to see, finally, the Whole Picture.
    and we sang of peace and glory, of love and complex Simplicity,
    we sang the final song of Life.
    © Copyright 2022 christo (christo13 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.

  • @gertstronkhorst2343
    @gertstronkhorst2343 4 місяці тому +2

    Iconic - "of or pertaining to a portrait". He's not being iconic, he's being adolescent. To this day.

    • @maggiebryan2355
      @maggiebryan2355 3 місяці тому +4

      Just because he does want every to know everything about his life good on him he doesn't court publicly either he is not in your face bragging about what he.s got and where he.s been

    • @crowbird213
      @crowbird213 10 днів тому

      You're judgemental but with no real judgments. Just a playground bully.

    • @siouzsie
      @siouzsie 6 днів тому

      I’m sorry to disagree but he’s being iconic.

    • @gertstronkhorst2343
      @gertstronkhorst2343 6 днів тому

      @@siouzsie Yeah, in the shallow stupid American misuse of the word, he is iconic, epic and legendary. Whatever.

    • @siouzsie
      @siouzsie 6 днів тому

      @@gertstronkhorst2343 Actually, I’m from Manchester, England. Meanings of words do change and evolve. Whether you like it or not Dylan is an icon because his longevity in music and because of iconic moments like these