[jonottawa]

I like the 1st arrangement better, but there's no video.

[Winstonm]

It's December so it must be time for Mel Torme'.

[mikeh]

 Phil, on 2016-December-05, 17:39, said:

Jon I can honestly saw that the Venn diagrams of our musical taste barely intersect.

As I type this, Half Light by Arcade Fire is blasting through my headphones. Lyrics like that have a lot more meaning as I advance in my 50's.

You youngsters and your raucous music! What is the world coming to?

Tonite, I think I'll crank up the ol'78 and listen to some real tunes.

[Cyberyeti]

A reminder that Annie Lennox started out singing rock.

https://www.youtube....h?v=pRBTRGM4lnE

Not sure about the outfit though.

A nice lady too, she was being given an honorary degree for her humanitarian work when I got mine as a mature student

[Lovera]

 Cyberyeti, on 2016-December-07, 11:30, said:

A reminder that Annie Lennox started out singing rock.

https://www.youtube....h?v=pRBTRGM4lnE

Not sure about the outfit though.

A nice lady too, she was being given an honorary degree for her humanitarian work when I got mine as a mature student

Hello, have you seen also this amazing perform of "I only want to be with you"?: https://www.youtube....be_gdata_player

[Cyberyeti]

 Lovera, on 2016-December-07, 15:43, said:

Hello, have you seen also this amazing perform of "I only want to be with you"?: https://www.youtube....be_gdata_player

On the same album (Reality effect) which I own on vinyl.

[jonottawa]

 Lovera, on 2016-December-07, 15:43, said:

Hello, have you seen also this amazing perform of "I only want to be with you"?: https://www.youtube....be_gdata_player

Hmmm, if we're talking late 70's early 80's this is more my speed:

[Lovera]

My kind of music, as you can see watching my YouTube channel, is type "rock armonic" (Status Quo, ABBA, Elton John, ELO, Stones,..) and not heavy metal or jazz (that can be more interesting also but taste is personal).

[jonottawa]

In honor of Lovera, one of my favorite ABBA songs (and I always think of bridge when I listen to it.)

[Winstonm]

Time for a little Miles Davis or Dave Brubeck.

[jonottawa]

[Lovera]

Thanks (to jonottawa) and at this point many wishes for Xmas and happy new year.

[y66]

Patti Smith singing A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall. Wow. Inspiring stuff for anyone who thinks it's about perfection and has been too hard on himself or herself or others. Maybe it's also about handling imperfection which is also hard.

[y66]

From Amanda Petrusich's take on the scene in Stockholm Saturday:

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At Saturday morning’s Nobel Prize ceremony in Stockholm, after the Swedish royal anthem was played, Carl-Henrik Heldin, the chairman of the board of the Nobel Foundation, delivered a brief speech to the collected laureates and guests. King Carl XVI Gustaf, his wife, Queen Silvia, and their daughter, Crown Princess Victoria, had assembled behind him, bedecked in gloriously elaborate, heavily festooned ensembles. The air was rarified. Onstage, things were glinting. “In times like these, the Nobel Prize is important,” Heldin said. What he meant by the phrase “times like these”—that our days were dark—seemed immediately evident to everyone in the room. “Alfred Nobel wanted to reward those who have conferred the greatest benefit to mankind.”

This remains such a beautiful, generous mandate. Theoretically, the Nobel Foundation’s mission is expansive in scope, but it’s profoundly simple, too: Whose work has best improved the world we share? In the months leading up to the ceremony, there was copious chatter about the recipient of this year’s award for literature, the American musician Bob Dylan. Did Dylan deserve it? Are his songs in fact a kind of literature? Are any songs a kind of literature? Can a lyric be successfully untangled from a melody? Can a piece of music be distilled into its constituent parts? At the beginning of “Sympathy for the Devil,” when Mick Jagger belches that first, frantic “Yow!”—is that language? What about Blind Willie Johnson, mumbling his way through “Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground”—his woeful, gravid moaning, is that poetry? Are those words? Is what Dylan has done fundamentally comparable to what William Faulkner or Doris Lessing or V. S. Naipaul has done? Who knows?

The choice incited plenty of pearl clutching across the globe—people were miffed by the idea of a (supposedly) low art receiving validation by a group as historically highminded and discerning as the Nobel Prize Committee. And besides, couldn’t a more obscure, non-Western author have been granted this colossal boost? Of course, critics have been bickering about Dylan’s academic bona fides since at least 1965, when Time published an entire treatise on the question of whether Dylan was “the literary voice of our time and a poet of high degree” (the best quote in the article came from sweet old W. H. Auden, who merely offered this: “I am afraid I don’t know his work at all.”)

Following the announcement, Dylan refused to publicly acknowledge receipt of the prize—a continuation, perhaps, of his willfully and delightfully obtuse approach to fame and accolades. Maybe it was a meta-commentary on the absurdity of institutional affirmations of art. It felt consistent, at least, with Dylan’s own self-mythologizing. And it’s that narrative, after all—the one Dylan has written for himself—that’s perhaps literature in the truest sense. He is his most dynamic creation.

After the presentation of the Nobel Prize in Medicine, to Yoshinori Ohsumi, the Royal Stockholm Philharmonic Orchestra played Jean Sibelius’s “Serenade,” from “King Christian II Suite.” The measured Swedish commentator who was delivering a polite play-by-play of the proceedings introduced the punk-rock singer Patti Smith by saying, “Soon we will hear music of a different kind. Something that a lot of people probably have heard before.” Any haughtiness was surely inadvertent, but there it was: prepare yourselves for a shift toward the popular. Every yahoo on the street knows this one!

Smith was accompanied by the Philharmonic performing a spare and gentle arrangement of Dylan’s “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall,” orchestrated by Hans Ek, a Swedish conductor. She looked so striking: elegant and calm in a navy blazer and a white collared shirt, her long, silver hair hanging in loose waves, hugging her cheekbones. I started crying almost immediately. She forgot the words to the second verse—or at least became too overwhelmed to voice them—and asked to begin the section again. I cried more. “I’m sorry, I’m so nervous,” Smith admitted. The orchestra obliged. The entire performance felt like a fierce and instantaneous corrective to “times like these”—a reiteration of the deep, overwhelming, and practical utility of art to combat pain. In that moment, the mission of the Nobel transcended any of its individual recipients. How plainly glorious to celebrate this work.

The second verse, the one Smith paused on, describes a dystopian nightmare state, a landscape ravaged by a surreal despair:

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Dylan wrote the song in the summer of 1962, for his second album, “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan.” He has said it was inspired, structurally, by seventeenth-century balladry: a question is posed, and answers stack up, though none are particularly comforting. It’s the questioning, though—and, moreover, the accounting it inspires—that seems essential. Who hasn’t, in a moment of true desperation or fear, surveyed our world and found only ugliness? Dylan’s intelligence is often antagonistic—his instinct is to seethe—but here, he seems to be encouraging his listeners to shore each other up, to acknowledge the darkness and to bear it.

That Dylan ultimately accepted the Nobel with a folk song (and this specific folk song, performed by a surrogate, a peer) seemed to communicate something significant about how and what he considers his own work (musical, chiefly), and the fluid, unsteady nature of balladry itself—both the ways in which old songs are fairly reclaimed by new performers, and how their meanings change with time. Before Smith took the stage, Horace Engdahl, a literary historian and critic, dismissed any controversy over Dylan’s win, saying the decision “seemed daring only beforehand, and already seems obvious.” He spoke of Dylan’s “sweet nothings and cruel jokes,” and his capacity for fusing “the languages of the streets and the Bible.” In the past, he reminded us, all poetry was song.

Has Dylan conferred great benefit to mankind? Listening to Smith sing his song—and watching as audience members, dressed in their finest, wiped their eyes, blindly reached for each other, seemed unable to exhale—the answer felt obvious. The answer was on their faces.

[Winstonm]

Nobody knows the troubles I've seen
Nobody knows my sorrow....

[onoway]

 Winstonm, on 2016-December-11, 11:50, said:

Nobody knows the troubles I've seen
Nobody knows my sorrow....

https://www.youtube....h?v=4EJSkJlh_fg
The voice I hear when I see those words... thank you for that haven't heard this for a very long time.

[y66]

Here's Patti Smith's account of what was going through her mind Saturday.

[onoway]

 y66, on 2016-December-16, 09:43, said:

Here's Patti Smith's account of what was going through her mind Saturday.

just listened to the performance and it moved me more than ever it did when I heard Dylan sing it. wonderful

[mikeh]

 y66, on 2016-December-16, 09:43, said:

Here's Patti Smith's account of what was going through her mind Saturday.

Thx for the link: I don't know her music, tho I know her name. She seems to be a truly impressive person, and I would not have read this piece without the link. Thank you.

[hrothgar]

 mikeh, on 2016-December-16, 16:55, said:

Thx for the link: I don't know her music, tho I know her name. She seems to be a truly impressive person, and I would not have read this piece without the link. Thank you.

I'm embarrassed to say that I (mainly) know her because she was Blue Oyster Cult's muse...

https://www.youtube....h?v=AUO_5EALZoM