Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
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'Spelling is important.'
"Who's Elston Gunn?" she asked. "That's not you, is it?" "Ah," I said, "you'll see." The Elston Gunn name thing was only temporary. What I was going to do as soon as I left home was just call myself Robert Allen. As far as I was concerned, that's who I was - that's what my parents named me. It sounded like the name of a Scottish king and I liked it. There was little of my identity that wasn't in it. What kind of confused me later was seeing an article in a Downbeat magazine with a story about a West Coast saxophone player named David Allyn. I had suspected that the musician had changed the spelling of Allen to Allyn. I could see why. It looked more exotic, more inscrutable. I was going to do this, too. Instead of Robert Allen it would be Robert Allyn. Then sometime later, unexpectedly, I'd seen poems by Dylan Thomas. Dylan and Allyn sounded similar. Robert Dylan. Robert Allyn. I couldn't decide - the letter D came on stronger. But Robert Dylan didn't look or sound as good as Robert Allyn. People had always called me either Robert or Bobby, but Bobby Dylan sounded too skittish to me and besides, there already was a Bobby Darin, a Bobby Vee, a Bobby Rydell, a Bobby Neely and a lot of other Bobbys. Bob Dylan looked and sounded better than Bob Allyn. The first time I was asked my name in the Twin Cities, I instinctively and automatically without thinking simply said, "Bob Dylan."
Bob Dylan - Chronicles: Volume One, 2004
Bob Dylan - Chronicles: Volume One, 2004
3.4.12
15.3.12
from ze old country
Arcade Fire -
'Neighborhood #4 (7 Kettles)', 'Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)'
Funeral, 2004
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27.2.12
Glenn Gould
I think that some of the appeal that Toronto has for me is gained by default, so to speak. I tend to follow a very nocturnal sort of existence, mainly because I don't much care for sunlight. Bright colours of any kind depress me, in fact, and my moods are more or less inversely related to the clarity of the sky on any given day. As a matter of fact, my private motto has always been: 'behind every silver lining there is a cloud', so I schedule my errands for as late in an hour as possible, and I tend to emerge along with the bats and racoons, at twilight.
Glen Gould - 2:45 - 3:20
Glen Gould - 2:45 - 3:20
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