I like Bob Dylan’s voice, and I like his songs. I have most of the words stored away in my head. You can store an incredible amount of words in your brain when accompanied by music. It has a profound mnemonic quality. Mnemonic is one of those words that you need a trick to remember.
Ann doesn’t like his voice, which is a bit of a barrier to enjoying the music, which she does, however, like. My family didn’t realise Adele’s song ‘Make You Feel Like My Love’ was one of Bob’s recent ones. I don’t think they’ll ever get into Tom Waits, though.
Amnesty International, I happened to notice via Spotify, have got together hordes of musicians to record 75 of Dylan’s songs, and issued it as a record to raise funds. Chimes of Freedom.
It wouldn’t have been one I’d have added to my collection, but I’ve started listening out of curiosity. There is no way I would say the versions are better than the originals, but there are some belters. Many weird. Some most intriguing ones done by people I’ve never heard of.
What caught me off guard is the ‘respect,’ and even ‘love,’ that the artists show for the songs in the way they have done them, and the interesting choices they have made in respect of which ones to do. It might just persuade me to go and listen to some of their own music.
Love, respect, surprising choices. They’ve inadvertently done a good piece of evangelism to me, and made an opening for their music.
We have a life to proclaim, let’s inadvertently do the same.