Bob Dylan: In His Own Lyrics
Nods to religion in Bob Dylan\’s song lyrics.
Nods to religion in Bob Dylan\’s song lyrics.
All the Casanovas open with some killer line.
I stick my foot into my mouth every single time.
If I were a great artist, I would use my expertise,
Turn this foolish scene into my brilliant masterpiece. — Don Conoscenti
That\’s the chorus of a song by a singer-songwriter I stumbled upon while trying to think of something to say to a girl in a music club in Kentucky.
In the midst of wishing I knew what to say, I listened to this troubadour with a whole song about wishing he could know what to say.
Renowned recording artist Noa, known as Achinoam Nini in Israel, is currently at home basking in the glory of her latest creation.
And no, it\’s not a new album.
It\’s her daughter, Enéa. \”It means \’her eyes\’ in Hebrew,\” says Noa, who has written a song with the same title.
If there are two blockbuster motion pictures that stand as the defining pop-cultural phenomena of the 1970s, they are, arguably, \”Star Wars\” and \”Saturday Night Fever.\” And while \”Star Wars — the Broadway Musical\” is probably not as far-off as we may think, \”Saturday Night Fever — The Broadway Musical\” is already here. As in here … in Los Angeles.
On the cover of Jack Bielan\’s new CD, \”From the Heart of a Jewish Soul,\” a pianist plays as his keyboard expands and spirals heavenward. Below, the glow from two yahrtzeit candles joins the keys soaring into the clouds.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
David Margolick, writer of books and articles on legal issues for The New York Times and Vanity Fair, has hit a raw nerve with his haunting book, \”Strange Fruit: Billie Holiday, Cafe Society, and an Early Cry for Civil Rights\” (Running Press). The book is an account of the scalding impact of one song – a song about a lynching – on scores of Ameri-can activists, writers, musicians, artists and intellectuals.
Around the end of August, every year for the past 20 years, the Chabad Telethon comes around. It gets so you can\’t drive anywhere without seeing the purple banners featuring the silhouette of a man wearing tzitzit and dancing joyously to some unheard song.
Consider the lyrics of Cheryl Wheeler\’s song \”Unworthy\”:
A year after my father\’s unexpected death from a kidney transplant, I returned home.
Six months earlier, my mother had sold our house, the one I had lived in my entire life.