Robert Allen Zimmerman aka BOB DYLAN

Plausible? Are you sure you understand what that word means?

Agrote, I supplicate the continuance of your presence'Dear Boy.' However, you are simply meandering in depths of literature which expose your regular perpetration of nonsense. The agonies you are suffering must be so immense that perspiration has to be forming in large drops on your forehead, giving temporary relief from your suffering. It would be far better if you were to assist in the analysis of Zimmerman. No doubt the pup will snap.

Housewife back in hair curlers and misshapen bathrobe with a plausible version of Dylan's Bojangles.

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high,
Then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was - down and out
He looked at me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life, he laughed, slapped his leg a step

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance, oh, he jumped up high,
Then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh,
Shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

He danced for throws at minstrel shows and county fairs
Through out the south
He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Had traveled about
His dog up and died, he up and died, after twenty years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drink and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
'Cause I drinks a bit'
He shook his head and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him `Please'
Please ..........

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance!

For Bill Robinson and recorded by many.

Bill Cosby once referred to Mr. Bojangles as Shirley Temple's pet

Incidentally, Mathos, Hank Williams' "Your Cheatin' Heart" was not nearly as good as his other songs. "I'm So Lonesome I Could cry" and "I Can't Help it if I'm Still in Love with you" are far better.

Letty !
Brilliant and I will have to print your rendition out, I lack so much of Zimmerman's work.

He might have replied :-
Well this woman I've got she's filling me with her drive
Yes, this woman I've got she's thrillin me with her hive
She's callin me Stan
Or else she calls me Mr Clive.

Bill Cosby, Mmm a very amusing character indeed.
I think I understand your preferences of Hank Williams Letty, songs have special meanings indeed to compliment our moods.

Unfortunately Bojangles can't be credited to Dylan. It was by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
Dylan was averse to writing pop music and his lyrics rarely were so transparent.

was not

was not, Jerry Jeff Walker wrote Mr Bojangles

panz, I said one VERSION of it, didn't I? grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I happened to like Dylan's version.

Was so; Was not. I love it! Dys, you be right!

Why Lordy. All I'm sayin' is that Dylan would rather have his fingernails ripped out than be thought of as a singer of Mr. Bojangles.

Dys. Was Jerry Jeff. I didn't think Letty Betty would have heard Jerry Jeff so I mentioned the Dirt Band.

Dys smart fellow. Track songs. Plenty wampum

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Jerry Jeff Walker, The Texan couldn't hack it in London,
'Wanted to be home with the armadillo,'
Couldn't pull a floosy either, 'Where in the world is that English girl, they promised that I'd meet on'
I reckon he's best left alone with his 'Pick up truck song'

I think our learned colleague Spendius is questioning the tangents we are shooting off on ? He could have a valid point too. Just to get back on the subject of Zimmerman and detracting from Letty's rollers, stained clothes and unlit half marlborough hanging from her luscious lips ! Has anyone seen Zimmerman live, and what can we learn from his stage roll?

I have seen the Zimmy live and up close a number of times, some great, some damn awful, the best performance I have seen is when he turned with G.E. Smith and a drummer (can't remeber the name) the worst was his "Rollin' Thunder" tour.

Dys that is an excellent and beneficial report, can you give me some specific details, eg date of concert/ how far you personally travelled to see him/size of venue, crowd etc. / mood of crowd/ his impact on yourself and others you may be aware of. This is good material Dys. Its fact!

Mathos:-

There's "seeing" and then there's seeing.

This is a philosophy forum folks.Are you sure that your touching references to your record collections and other "pick it out with a guided pin" references are quite the thing for a forum which ought rightly to pride itself on the rareified atmosphere of it's philosophy.It isn't as if there are not plenty of other threads on which to tell everybody about your favourite bits of this and that.There's Word Games and Trivia for example.
What we ought to be discussing is not how some little piece out of a whole pile of stuff struck a particular sentimental chord in some particular person at some particular time under some particular circumstances in some particular place.That goes nowhere like a pub conversation around closing time.
Is there a general philosophical ground-base in Dylan's work over which the many twists and turns of his journey through this threatening wonderland play themselves out.And if there is,which there will be because a ground-base goes with being a participant in a culture,what exactly is it and how did it form and develop its undeniable strength.And what is its appeal to those who are to a greater or lesser extent,and for better or for worse,attracted to this brilliant human puppet;a ventriloquist using his own body as the dummy which is what all sane public personas actually are.The I and the I which take risks looking at each other too closely.Like when a President looks as daft as the rest of us with no clothes on.
Is Dylan on the sword side or the distaff side?Is he wobbling between the two?However useful wobbling is in most aspects of ordinary life it is unbecoming in a poet or a philosopher.One has no difficulty in this respect with,say,Stendahl orFrank Harris or Henry Miller or Ovid.

And where does Dylan stand on the Devil or the Lord if we have to serve somebody.Robert Johnson is supposed to have known.Mr Jagger is having you all on.He's a real knight don't you know.I don't know why he's not leading the troops though.That's what knights do isn't it?Sir Elton John!Oh how the tears on our cheeks were from laughter.

In an earlier post I have mentioned Freud as possibly relevant to this thread in respect of a verse in Gates of Eden.Dylan there as good as accuses Freud of shovelling shite.

It comes down to "seeing" and seeing.

You think he's just an errand boy
To satisfy your wandering desires.

Mathos, you strike me as the sort of fellow who would rather open a book to learn about the flower growing just outside his window. Just what is it you hope to glean from other men's experiences? You'd save yourself a lot of time and trouble if you simply opened the window instead.

Spendius :- I am not going to quote your lines of verbal effluence. Both yourself and our peculiar colleague Cyracuz are wallowing in the same pig-sty.

Both parties exuberating total misology. Zimmerman's work as far as each individual is concerned is equally important to the recipient no matter his views of the rendering. Some may simply find ecstatic enjoyment in how he holds or plays the guitar for example. Drowl issued comment that Zimmerman filched his knowledge from Guthrie ! It would appear to me that you two gullible, naive and rustic country bumpkins are injecting irrational considerations towards a thread, without contributing anything lately (especially you Spendius) of relevance. I rather thought Spendius had more oil in his can than to show signs of psychotic drivel in an effort to get his name in lights. Cyracuz no doubt commences a dance and song routine whenever the refrigerator door is opened. It might be a reasonable issue for both of you gentlemen to inform your Doctor's 'The tablets are no good at all.' Stick to Zimmerman my friends and avoid my ire.

A tutor who tooted the flute
Tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor:
"Is it harder to toot or
To tutor two tooters to toot?"

Ah Walter, Good evening Sir, nice to see an erudite at work.