As most pretty-pointedly shown throughout Martin Scorsese’s remarkable No Direction Home, the ’66-model Bob Dylan was an American idol at the indisputable peak of his powers as the [insert your own convenient pigeonhole here] Poet/Laureate of a Generation, Crown Prince of the (Thinking Man’s) Hit Parade, or – my personal favorite – Snot-headed, Venom-spewing Anti-Rockstar of All Time.
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GARY PIG GOLD ON BOB DYLAN, A YONGE STREET BAR BAND, AND THE DEATH, 50 YEARS AGO THIS MONTH, OF ROCK AND ROLL
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags 1966, Bob Dylan, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dylan Live, Gary Pig Gold, Mnchester Free Trade Hall, music, radio, Records, Rock, Rock and Roll, segarini, The Band, The Hawks, The Pig Paper, Toronto on May 9, 2016 by segariniPat Blythe – Toronto’s Mixed Grill – A Scrapbook
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It’s 4am on Sunday morning, March 8, and I’ve just arrived home from a long day and night of music hopping….and the damn Queen streetcar short-turned again….and the clocks went forward one hour (OMG it’s really 5am!!)….and I’ve decided to change my tune (so to speak)….and tell you about my “day in the life of….” rather than have our esteemed editor post the article I’ve already filed.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 