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How it all started
This project came about solely
because of the fact that I now suddenly have use of
a computer. It actually started because of this machine,
with the sound and the text my girlfriend was suddenly
able to sing the whole of Desolation Row. I
started matching more lyrics to music for her and when
she sang every word of It’s alright Ma (I’m
only bleeding) I couldn’t believe it.
It began in autumn 2002 (collecting and arranging songs
and texts) and was completed in March 2003. I do not
own a single c.d. by Mr. Bob Dylan and in fact I have
never owned a c.d. player in my life and only ever used
tapes (somewhere up a French mountain lie ten lonesome,
mouldy vinyls as testimony to the fact I did actually
pay for his music one time.) The whole thing would have
been so much simpler had I access to the c.d’s
but I found this stuff all arse-about-tit through a
friend and the rest was painfully fished out of the
net. It just kind of took me over and turned out to
be a real trip back through the past and no one can
seriously read lyrics off a c.d. without a magnifying
glass.
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I
could have chosen any one of a hundred sites dedicated
simply to Bob’s lyrics, not possible it seemed. I
chose to nick the greater part of the texts (with quite
a few small exceptions and corrections) from www.dylanchords.com
(simply the most amazing non-commercial site run by Eyolf
Østrem.)
This site is biased
toward guitar players and is absolutely essential for
anyone who wishes to play any of these songs. Unfortunately
all these guitar symbols confused my girl’s concentration
so I removed all of Eyolf’s painstaking work and
ferreted out each song alphabetically, one by one, before
de-chording it (then of course I realised I could easily
have gotten them all chronologically simply by clicking
on the album list on the left) I cannot recommend this
site highly enough, especially for anyone who wants to
play. One of the other sites I have looked at in any depth
is www.interferenza.com/bcs/interv.htm
if you wish to hear it from the horse’s mouth. Great.
It’s all simply a personal homage to someone who
drove me insane for some reason when I was only twelve
years old. All I hear around here nowadays is techno and
some of these people are twenty-five and the rest. Only
cotton wool. I think Bob would like it.
What did I forget to say about Bob? That he never deigned
to put his lyrics on an album cover, that he became a
progressively worse harmonica player. It doesn’t
matter, he is one unique son of a bitch. A Giant. The
most consistent and prolific songwriter of the last half
of the last century.
May I state from the outset that this project was not
done for any monetary gain whatsoever and in all likelihood
will not be seen by more than a dozen or so people. Love
Sauceman. 5.3.2003. …. Ye Masters of War
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