It’s a Woman in Chains, as Tears For Fears so eloquently noted.
What is it that is so exercising the mind of the blog? The news that Bob Dylan has released a Christmas Album is what. They played a bit of it on the radio tonight. Though, in principal, the blog is appalled at the concept and was going about making pious pronouncements like, ‘Someone should stop him, someone should tell him, godammit,’ & ‘He needs help,’ the snippets were so bad that the blog laughed out loud and wondered if it shouldn’t buy several copies to cheer itself up and treat our blog friends to gift-wrapped Christmas presents of festive caterwauling. A Canadian reviewer described the vocals as, ‘Like a frog with a Dylan stuck in it’s throat.’ When Canadians are attempting to be funny about you, and sort of succeeding, you must know that something is radically up, dude. Don’t come round here Carol singing anyways, or we’ll set them dawgs on ya.
What next, Mr Zimmerman? Well, might we suggest – having conceded that the legacy of the recorded reputation don’t matter much now – a long playing record of cover versions of cartoon intros? We look forward to digging the blues in a yabba dabba doo baa gay old time while waiting on a re-recording of Lily, Rosemary, Tom, Jerry and the Jack of Hearts. This lick is our nominated opener:
Calvin in Jax adds:
At least it has given headline writers a field day.
My favourite is the Chicago Sun Times:
Bob Dylan ain’t gonna work on Santa’s sleigh.
Second place goes to The Globe & Mail in Toronto:
Bob Dylan: Hark the raspy angel sings.
Third place, The Village Voice in New York:
O Rasp, All Ye Faithfull: Bob Dylan’s Christmas Album.
I would have gone for: The First… Oh Hell! Dylan Does Christmas Album.
All proceeds from the CD are going to the charity Feeding America. That makes it all right, ma. 😉