I’ve never rated Dylan’s voice but this is so out of key and wonky he’d be laughed off X Factor. Do you think he’s playing at Emperor’s New Clothes? Seeing how bad a track he can record whilst the sycophants still say it’s wonderful just because it’s him.
I heard a song on the radio yesterday, which I identified as being by one, or both, of the two old men from The Muppets. It was endearing in an elderly-old-guy not-really-a-singer kind of way. It turned out to be Bob Dylan.
DH has reminded me that one of the last acts, The Moody Blues, were playing as a mist rolled in from the sea and the buses were lining up outside our cottage in readiness to pick everyone up when it finished. It was very spooky watching the buses moving quietly along the Freshwater Road.
I didn't see or hear of any trouble- perhaps that was more the case on the camp-site- As said, all I had was a small blanket, a small hairbrush and a toothbrush!
Yes, I know what you mean. I can only really picture Jimi Hendrix in his pink jacket, but I know the others were on and of course the music brings it back.
My friends and I were quite disillusioned towards the end though - so many thefts and other incidents did rather spoil the atmosphere.
Ouch, you are so right- I was only at the 1970 one- so my memory of Dylan must be of videos and tapes seen at a later date. It was such a big event for me- as said, going abroad for the first time- and sometimes it is all a blurr (no drugs either!).
Wow- so there were quite a few of us there. Devious J52- ahaha, me too. Of course i was living abroad on my own and working in London, and my parents didn't have a clue. I know lot of young musicians here, and I get a lot of kudos from having seen Jimi live, as well as the Who, the Stones, etc.
J52 I was at that Bath festival as well although it was actually at Shepton Mallet. I think it was the last of the really big festivals as it brought most of Somerset to a standstill! I arrived home covered in mud to find my mother in a dreadful panic holding the Sunday papers which had declared it a disaster area. The papers accounts sounded nothng like how it felt to be there. Do you remember Jefferson Airplanes concert? Then there was Santana Led Zep Pink Floyd and more than I can remember. 2 years later my (by then) ex boyfriend helped to build the Pyramid Stage for the first Glastonbury festival.
I was twenty three, Ana. My seventeen year old brother was down there somewhere in the crowds and I'd promised Mum he would stay with us. She would have killed me if she'd known we didn't see hide nor hair of him from start to finish.
'Tiptoe through the Tulips'........[goosebumps emoticon] and not in a good way! Very strange guy .... I used to go to Bath Pavilion every month to see the latest 'up and coming' groups - Beatles, Kinks, Rolling Stones, The Who, and many more. I saw Mick Jagger walking down the Road with very long hair and the skinniest legs ever seen and hearing older people tut-tutting at his appearance...nostalgia ++
Definitely something to tell the grandchildren, Ana. I remember hearing a strange noise outside the bedroom window and looked out just in time to see Tiny Tim floating by in a hot air balloon. He was so close he called out, 'Helloooooo There, young lady at the window'
Just my luck to be within grabbing distance of somebody I couldn't stand!
We lived in a cottage at the edge of the fields where the 1970 festival was held (at the foot of Tennyson Down) It was Jimi Hendrix's last performance but the most memorable bit for us was lying in bed with all the windows open listening to The Doors.
Yep I did the hitch hike part way there. I remember getting to IOW a day early and wild camping somewhere up a hill near Ventnor. It was great. I had been to the Bath one the year before, I think it was a forerunner of Glastonbury!
By the way my mother never found out I'd been! I could be very devious! x
Were you? For me, a country bumkin from the Swiss mountains, it was quite an experience. I never camped, just slept (well didn't sleep) about 40m from the stage, right in the middle- and hitch-hiked back to London.
Fabulous memories of Dylan at the Isle of Wight 1970.
To be fair, he is not the only one to have 'lost his voice' a bit- Macca's performance at the opening of the London Olympics was one of the most embarrassing British performance- ever.
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, then you'd know what a drag it is to see you. Classic. Best line ever written in a song.
First record I ever bought was Carol King: It might as well rain until September.