Tag: bob-dylan

Corrina, Corrina, by Bob Dylan.

Doing Bob Dylan songs with a cold is a little on the nose, but at least I managed to get into a weird open D (DADF#AD) tuning for this one to mess around with something new. This song doesn’t do much, but it does it real pretty.

It’s Alright Ma, I’m Only Bleeding, by Bob Dylan.

I… got more than I bargained for tonight with this song. It is definitely longer than I remembered, but the changes are fun, and I was already in Dropped D (well, I was in double dropped D) from working on one of next week’s songs.

Working on pre-recording songs for a work trip next week is just like traveling between universes in the multiverse, so I’m losing track of whether I’ve mentioned this yet, or only in the already scheduled posts for Monday and Tuesday. Tomorrow (Sunday), I’ll finish Wednesday’s song.

Yeah, this is going fine. On the bright side, it’s somehow been more than a month since my last Dylan song? That was a surprising metric.

If you make it through 8+ minutes of me stumbling through this one, I am legitimately concerned about you.

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35, by Bob Dylan.

What if we just leaned into Dylan? Are you leaning? Keep leaning. Leeeeeeean a little more… Oh, my, that’s too far, now you’re falling into Dylan. And, you’re on the ground.

This song was such a fun scandal as a teenager, just a hop, skip, & jump to the left of Why Don’t We Do It In The Road, which I once snuck into the playlist at a summer camp dance for about 14 seconds.

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MOAR HARP.

Messed around and made some video editing efforts so you can enjoy me playing the harp instead of the phantom backing track. Please also accept this as proof that I once read and practiced at least two pages of Country and Blues Harmonica for the Musically Hopeless (Klutz Books).

Highway 61 Revisited, by Bob Dylan.

I’ve already told you about the bargain bin, where I bought all the Dylan CDs (not really), and this one certainly got a ton of play in my teenage life, mostly because of the grounding radio hitship of Like A Rolling Stone.

But this song always landed well for me, with its Old Testament reference drops and viciousness.

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Another one from the Happy Hour porch, straight to YouTube, raw as anything, but at least there were no neighbors cleaning up from the beach today.

The Man In Me, by Bob Dylan.

This song is off the Big Lebowski soundtrack, as far as I’m concerned, which earns it a special place in our household, while also being non-Lebowski obscure enough that I have never heard it any other place in my life that I can recall.

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Played it loud, sang it loud, added a noodly guitar and an appropriate organ.

Buckets of Rain, by Bob Dylan.

This song is for the dog, I guess? She doesn’t have much time left, and this popped into my head about her today.

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Can you see the flop sweat? I definitely have a cold, which is why Dylan made sense, too. And it’s a lot faster than an instrumental.

I’ll have to try this again in the fancy open tuning Dylan uses instead of my cheapo chords here.

Tangled Up In Blue, by Bob Dylan.

This song always reminds me of a certain person, in one verse, and a certain time, in other places, and certain trips, elsewhere, and I think that’s the point, it’s a song about nostalgia, and everybody has some, even as they keep up their day jobs or even their day lives and every now and again crosses paths with their past, and it’s alright. Sometimes.

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I think I accidentally discovered that panicked mouse scrolling to get more of the lyrics in view — when done to the Quicktime window capturing the video instead of the Chrome window with the lyrics — is probably how I occasionally freeze the recording, say, for example, two minutes into a seven minute song. So we won’t make that mistake again. Much.

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Some extra guitar, and a fuzzy little solo at the end in the spirit of a harmonica, which I have, in this key, maybe, but should really clean up, having not put a mouth on it in like 15 years or so. Probably.