kenog Posted June 30, 2013 Share Posted June 30, 2013 Thanks for this because I hadn't been aware of this exclusive CBC Music interview with Joni, which I am now watching in its entirety. Good to know I'm not alone on the Dylan thing. Although actually Joni Mitchell came out recently and said that he was not musically very gifted, not a great guitar player and he sings like an old hillbilly. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emily008 Posted June 30, 2013 Share Posted June 30, 2013 (edited) This song certainly comes to mind: Edited June 30, 2013 by Emily008 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kenog Posted June 30, 2013 Share Posted June 30, 2013 Yes, indeedy. The radio stations used to insist on playing this with monotonous regularity. I don't know who I hate more - her or him!! This song certainly comes to mind: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emily008 Posted June 30, 2013 Share Posted June 30, 2013 Yes, indeedy. The radio stations used to insist on playing this with monotonous regularity. I don't know who I hate more - her or him!! Yes and I honestly can't understand the fascination many radio stations had for the genre "bubble gum pop". I reached the end of my patience as far as this song was concerned, when my niece used to constantly sing it around the house while visiting! Lucky for me, it was just a "phase" that she was going through at the time! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagesbow Posted June 30, 2013 Share Posted June 30, 2013 (edited) Charles J. White. By the way, even though I count myself a Bob Dylan fan(mainly his early albums up to 1975's "Blood On the Tracks"), I find myself agreeing with your take on Dylan in your post. Too many times Dylan is the knee-jerk response by musicians trying to seem erudite and hip. What's next, Ke$ha saying Dylan is an influence? And his voice is like rubbing sandpaper over my heart. I refuse to shell out any more money to hear him ruin his songbook with his froggy croakings. His once great band is mailing it in these days, too. A few weeks ago I was looking through some back issues of a magazine over here in the U.K called Mojo magazine, and from the December 2002 issue we have this perfect encapsulation of what you are saying from The White Stripes; who pick the ten (wonderfully obscure and hipster artists) who have influenced them, including: The Monks, The Rats, The Gun Club and The Gories all of whom I must admit to have never having heard of. The icing on top of the hipster cake though is these words on Bob Dylan "Impossible for us not to call him an influence. And we imagine the same for any musician who truly loves music. Probably no need to tell you why. Our favourite albums are Nashville Skyline, Blood on the Tracks and Desire. Important: do not trust trust people who call themselves musicians or record collectors who say they don't like Bob Dylan or The Beatles. They do not love music if those words come out of their mouths. They love record sleeves and getting attention for their hobby, but they don't love music" Jack White also said words to the same effect in regards to Zep, but still....he's talking out of his arse. Edited June 30, 2013 by Pagesbow Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagesbow Posted June 30, 2013 Share Posted June 30, 2013 Yes, indeedy. The radio stations used to insist on playing this with monotonous regularity. I don't know who I hate more - her or him!! For some reason, I hate him more? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The 4 Runes Posted July 1, 2013 Share Posted July 1, 2013 Anything by Taylor Swift. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TypeO Posted July 1, 2013 Share Posted July 1, 2013 I don't have many because I don't listen to the radio frequently enough to warrant such a strong reaction. Because of that, I can hear a song like Sultans of Swing or Radar Love and enjoy it. True, there was a time when such songs wore me out, but because of being overplayed, not that they sucked. Hell, back when I couldn't start the car without the radio playing, I used to loathe Beatles Weekends - the first 30 minutes of each hour Beatles, and the last 30 minutes catching up on the standard current playlist, leaving no room for pleasant surprises of unexpected cuts. But that was a long time ago. What I DON'T get, is the wholesale dismissal of entire genres - Hair Bands, Rap, Country, whatever. There isn't a genre that doesn't have at least a song or two I like / enjoy. No, I don't purposely listen to country, but I've still run across songs that were worth listening to. And I won't say much about Rap, since it's guaranteed to spark a powderkeg of knee-jerk reactions. But there are many rap songs that are awesome, especially when you have a sweet buzz going. I just think it's kinda narrow-minded to dismiss an entire genre wholesale. But that's just me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grits 'n' Gravy Posted July 1, 2013 Share Posted July 1, 2013 (edited) Important: do not trust trust people who call themselves musicians or record collectors who say they don't like Bob Dylan or The Beatles. They do not love music if those words come out of their mouths. They love record sleeves and getting attention for their hobby, but they don't love music" Heh--then I guess I can't be trusted. I'm a (n amateur) record collector, and I've never been able to listen to an entire Dylan song. Ever. And 99% of the Beatles material leaves me flat. I don't hate it, but I just don't enjoy it enough to say I'm a fan. Other than Dylan, the only "serious" bands that rise to the barf-level are the Eagles and Janis Joplin. Even a snippet of one of her songs can send me (and the mice) running from the room. Then again, I'm hesitant to commit to my barf-inducing choices. I've found as I've gotten older that I like music I never thought I would have when I was younger. Willie Nelson is a perfect example. When I was young, anything country was anathema. So maybe one day, when my hearing is mostly gone, and I've taken leave of my senses, I'll put a Dylan or Joplin or Eagles record on and think it's not bad. Edited July 1, 2013 by Grits 'n' Gravy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DropDown Posted July 1, 2013 Share Posted July 1, 2013 What I DON'T get, is the wholesale dismissal of entire genres - Hair Bands, Rap, Country, whatever.There isn't a genre that doesn't have at least a song or two I like / enjoy.No, I don't purposely listen to country, but I've still run across songs that were worth listening to.And I won't say much about Rap, since it's guaranteed to spark a powderkeg of knee-jerk reactions.But there are many rap songs that are awesome, especially when you have a sweet buzz going. I just think it's kinda narrow-minded to dismiss an entire genre wholesale.But that's just me. Rap was fresh and enjoyable when it first came out - heck, I still have my Sugarhill Gang t shirt - but for me it ended with Run DMC and the Beastie Boys.What I can't stomach is the crassness of the rap culture nowadays. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
backinthezeppelin Posted July 2, 2013 Share Posted July 2, 2013 (edited) Who overrates them? certainly not the critics. They were popular with the "ladies" and we all know why - the keyboard player was a studmuffin, obviously. And ballads, lots of ballads.... Talking or overrated Bob Dylan - seemingly EVERYONE in music of a certain vintage is influenced by him and sings his praises on a regular basis. I don't throw up when I hear him, but I certainly mute him whenever I watch the Big Lebowski and his nasal pontifications start up. Criticizing Bob Dylan's voice is like criticizing Shakespeare's handwriting, it's the genius in what they have to say, not how it's presented. Edited July 2, 2013 by backinthezeppelin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagesbow Posted July 3, 2013 Share Posted July 3, 2013 Criticizing Bob Dylan's voice is like criticizing Shakespeare's handwriting, it's the genius in what they have to say, not how it's presented. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle ’til the moon is blue Wiggle ’til the moon sees you Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a swarm of bees Wiggle on your hands and knees Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear Wiggle ’til you wiggle right out of here Wiggle ’til it opens, wiggle ’til it shuts Wiggle ’til it bites, wiggle ’til it cuts Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead Wiggle—you can raise the dead Wiggle ’til you’re high, wiggle ’til you’re higher Wiggle ’til you vomit fire Wiggle ’til it whispers, wiggle ’til it hums Wiggle ’til it answers, wiggle ’til it comes Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like satin and silk Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a pail of milk Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, rattle and shake Wiggle like a big fat snake Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/wiggle-wiggle#ixzz2Xw7Unr2O Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
backinthezeppelin Posted July 3, 2013 Share Posted July 3, 2013 Standing on your window, honey Yes, I’ve been here before Feeling so harmless I’m looking at your second door How come you don’t send me no regards? You know I want your lovin’ Honey, why are you so hard? Kneeling ’neath your ceiling Yes, I guess I’ll be here for a while I’m tryin’ to read your portrait, but I’m helpless, like a rich man’s child How come you send someone out to have me barred? You know I want your lovin’ Honey, why are you so hard? Like a poor fool in his prime Yes, I know you can hear me walk But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime Or is it just solid rock? Well, I rush into your hallway Lean against your velvet door I watch upon your scorpion Who crawls across your circus floor Just what do you think you have to guard? You know I want your lovin’ Honey, but you’re so hard Achilles is in your alleyway He don’t want me here, he does brag He’s pointing to the sky And he’s hungry, like a man in drag How come you get someone like him to be your guard? You know I want your lovin’ Honey, but you’re so hard Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/temporary-achilles#ixzz2XwJaSBTf With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass Who among them do they think could carry you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace And your basement clothes and your hollow face Who among them can think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns Who among them would try to impress you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs Who among them do you think could resist you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? Oh, how could they ever mistake you? They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms How could they ever, ever persuade you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/sad-eyed-lady-lowlands#ixzz2XwJGF9FA Our conversation was short and sweet It nearly swept me off-a my feet And I’m back in the rain, oh, oh And you are on dry land You made it there somehow You’re a big girl now Bird on the horizon, sittin’ on a fence He’s singin’ his song for me at his own expense And I’m just like that bird, oh, oh Singin’ just for you I hope that you can hear Hear me singin’ through these tears Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast Oh, but what a shame if all we’ve shared can’t last I can change, I swear, oh, oh See what you can do I can make it through You can make it too Love is so simple, to quote a phrase You’ve known it all the time, I’m learnin’ it these days Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, oh In somebody’s room It’s a price I have to pay You’re a big girl all the way A change in the weather is known to be extreme But what’s the sense of changing horses in midstream? I’m going out of my mind, oh, oh With a pain that stops and starts Like a corkscrew to my heart Ever since we’ve been apart Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/youre-big-girl-now#ixzz2XwJIkd2V I was riding on the Mayflower When I thought I spied some land I yelled for Captain Arab I have yuh understand Who came running to the deck Said, “Boys, forget the whale Look on over yonder Cut the engines Change the sail Haul on the bowline” We sang that melody Like all tough sailors do When they are far away at sea “I think I’ll call it America” I said as we hit land I took a deep breath I fell down, I could not stand Captain Arab he started Writing up some deeds He said, “Let’s set up a fort And start buying the place with beads” Just then this cop comes down the street Crazy as a loon He throw us all in jail For carryin’ harpoons Ah me I busted out Don’t even ask me how I went to get some help I walked by a Guernsey cow Who directed me down To the Bowery slums Where people carried signs around Saying, “Ban the bums” I jumped right into line Sayin’, “I hope that I’m not late” When I realized I hadn’t eaten For five days straight I went into a restaurant Lookin’ for the cook I told them I was the editor Of a famous etiquette book The waitress he was handsome He wore a powder blue cape I ordered some suzette, I said “Could you please make that crepe” Just then the whole kitchen exploded From boilin’ fat Food was flying everywhere And I left without my hat Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy But I went into a bank To get some bail for Arab And all the boys back in the tank They asked me for some collateral And I pulled down my pants They threw me in the alley When up comes this girl from France Who invited me to her house I went, but she had a friend Who knocked me out And robbed my boots And I was on the street again Well, I rapped upon a house With the U.S. flag upon display I said, “Could you help me out I got some friends down the way” The man says, “Get out of here I’ll tear you limb from limb” I said, “You know they refused Jesus, too” He said, “You’re not Him Get out of here before I break your bones I ain’t your pop” I decided to have him arrested And I went looking for a cop I ran right outside And I hopped inside a cab I went out the other door This Englishman said, “Fab” As he saw me leap a hot dog stand And a chariot that stood Parked across from a building Advertising brotherhood I ran right through the front door Like a hobo sailor does But it was just a funeral parlor And the man asked me who I was I repeated that my friends Were all in jail, with a sigh He gave me his card He said, “Call me if they die” I shook his hand and said goodbye Ran out to the street When a bowling ball came down the road And knocked me off my feet A pay phone was ringing It just about blew my mind When I picked it up and said hello This foot came through the line Well, by this time I was fed up At tryin’ to make a stab At bringin’ back any help For my friends and Captain Arab I decided to flip a coin Like either heads or tails Would let me know if I should go Back to ship or back to jail So I hocked my sailor suit And I got a coin to flip It came up tails It rhymed with sails So I made it back to the ship Well, I got back and took The parkin’ ticket off the mast I was ripping it to shreds When this coastguard boat went past They asked me my name And I said, “Captain Kidd” They believed me but They wanted to know What exactly that I did I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed They let me go right away They were very paranoid Well, the last I heard of Arab He was stuck on a whale That was married to the deputy Sheriff of the jail But the funniest thing was When I was leavin’ the bay I saw three ships a-sailin’ They were all heading my way I asked the captain what his name was And how come he didn’t drive a truck He said his name was Columbus I just said, “Good luck” Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/bob-dylans-115th-dream#ixzz2XwJLrwX9 Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall 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 And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’ Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’ Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’ Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’ Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley 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 Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded with hatred And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one? I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’ I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/hard-rains-gonna-fall#ixzz2XwJW74JU Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flyingzepp Posted July 3, 2013 Share Posted July 3, 2013 Anything by Elton John or any rappers. 99% of pop cuntry artists as well. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kenog Posted July 6, 2013 Share Posted July 6, 2013 (edited) "I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing" by the New Seekers. It was the song used by Coca Cola in the 1970's. The lyrics are so twee, they are nausea inducing. Example - "I'd like to build the world a home, And furnish it with love, Grow apple trees and honey bees, And snow white turtle doves." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1NeogMh1JI Edited July 6, 2013 by kenog Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ledded1 Posted July 8, 2013 Share Posted July 8, 2013 Anything by Depeche Mode turns my stomach. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JTM Posted July 10, 2013 Share Posted July 10, 2013 Europe - The Final Countdown. Survivor - Eye of the Tiger. I can't stand those two songs.....and another one has just sprung to mind..... BTO - You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet. Switch off songs, all three of 'em. And there's more.......later....... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kenog Posted July 10, 2013 Share Posted July 10, 2013 'Dignity' by Deacon Blue - what a dirge - predictable lyrics. I put it right up there with Ralph McTell's 'Streets of London'. Puke. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Disco Duck Posted July 11, 2013 Share Posted July 11, 2013 (edited) Yup, so they say over and over again...I guess with a voice like that you'd have to be singing something other than Louie Louie. Personally, I like to listen to a song rather than read the lyrics and gush over their brilliance. Dylan is dirge and lyrics as opposed to music and lyrics. But each to their own, I mean I love Tom Petty and Neil Young and they are obviously fans of Dylan and influenced by him - so what do I know. I just know he's not my bag. It is quite true that Bob Dylan can't sing. However this hasn't stopped my liking Lay Lady Lay and Rainy Day Woman. I remember watching an episode of an old cable TV series, Silk Stockings, in which a stripper performs her routine to the latter song. The song that makes me want to throw up? Get Down by Gilbert O'Sullivan. I liked Alone Again, Naturally and I could tolerate Clare, but I drew the line at Get Down. It is pandering,lame drivel. The idea that a dweeby looking guy like O'Sullivan could have a human tigress pawing at him is ludicrous. Edited July 11, 2013 by Disco Duck Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pagesbow Posted July 11, 2013 Share Posted July 11, 2013 The song that makes me want to throw up? Get Down by Gilbert O'Sullivan. I liked Alone Again, Naturally and I could tolerate Clare, but I drew the line at Get Down. It is pandering,lame drivel. The idea that a dweeby looking guy like O'Sullivan could have a human tigress pawing at him is ludicrous. Apparently, Get Down was written about his dog not a human tigress... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles J. White Posted July 11, 2013 Share Posted July 11, 2013 I never get angry about music, I love music, even bad music I can find something in it that I admire or like. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
weslgarlic Posted July 11, 2013 Share Posted July 11, 2013 I never get angry about music, I love music, even bad music I can find something in it that I admire or like. agree 100 % Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Plantpothead Posted July 13, 2013 Share Posted July 13, 2013 Black Night, Deep purple. Sorry to their fans but that track is absolute rubbish. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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