May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young
I Hope You Had A Happy Bobday ,Bob.
So much talent,, so much songwriting ability, such a terrible voice, what a combinationof talent with Joan Baez; how they inspired our generation over Civil Rights and Vietnam. Baez remained true to her beliefs and jailed for them; Dylan, like many before him, stuck his finger in the air to see wich way the wind was blowing, collected his royalties and movedon to Country and Western and anything else that would turn a buck. In an American context, very courageous in his youth but it would have been no great surprise if he’d have ended up as a Democrat or Republican in the Senate or the Congress.
Perhaps he just didn’t want to be your leader… watch the parking meters!
Bob; Have I missed something here? I do’nt get that gag about the parking meters. As Ihave said on previous posts, Ihave only been a member of two political party’s, the Labour Party 1960-1965 and the Communist Party of Great Britain 1967-1993 whose leader Gordon MacClennon passed away at the age of 86, recently, R.I.P. I suppose if you were to put Dylan into a Britsh context(take a good bit of imagination I know) you could imagine him as a Sandwell Metropolitan Borough Councillor, although on second thoughts, he’d be too leftwing, but on the other hand,with his talent for sticking his finger in the air to see which way the wind was blowing, he’d feel really at home with New Labour.
Yes, Gerald, you have indeed missed something. Dylan’s comment about the meters was preceded by… Don’t follow leaders. I have noticed in many of your comments that you seem slightly obsessed by Leaders. Perhaps that old Stalinist tradition of cult of personality dies hard.
As for “too left wing” I try not to enter “I’m more left wing than you” contests. They remind me of schoolboys in the playground having a competition to see who can piss highest up the wall. Entertaining… but futile.
Bob; Tthanks for the information about those songs of Dylan’s, tbh I had’nt heard them before, again tbh Iwas only interested in such as “The Times They Are A Changing”, “Like A Rolling Stone” etc, from the early-mid 60s, when I was in my late teens-early twenties(b.1943) and believing that our generation could really change the world. Maybe that’s when Ibecame slightly obsessed with leaders, maybe even thinking that Dylan could become a leader(how naive was I?) as he was very prominent in the civil rights campaigns of the earlly 60s, and then the anti-Vietnam protests, wich is whereI,. believe he became involved with that great heroine of the American left(if there ever was such an animal,it was a chimera) Joan Baez Funnily enough Bob, I’ve never considered myself as obsessed with leaders, but when you really think about it unless you have a tendency towards anarchy(and Ica’nt see anyone getting elected to Sandwell M.B.C. showing any such tendencies) you have to have a leadership in any walk of life; and I naively and misguidedly thought that Wilson. Kinnock and Brown may have given us a leadership that would have led us to a better society, if not to a progessive/socialist society. With regards to Stalinism and a cult of the personality, as I’ve always understood it, if the C.P.G.B. wanted any tuition or information on dirty tricks or ballot rigging or character assissination, they would just phone Transport House in Smith Sq. London S,W,1. Maybe it’s just as well that you do’nt enter into too many “I’m more left wing than you” contests Bob, being in close proximity to the Rt. Hounarable John Spellar M.P. Your point about scoolboys pissing up walls contests reminded me of my schooldays, I was the class swot(no misprint) with my head always stuck in an english, geography or history book; and then when Ileft school 95% of my working life was as a plasterer on price work ,so I never had time for a p**ss. And finally Bob, possibly, unlike Birmingham, the schools in Doncaster, while basic had toilets, mainly outside, so there was no need to p**ss up the wall; talking of wich, my wife says thats where her housekeeping and the fortune that I made as a plasterer went.