10 Gems (Not The Obvious Ones) By The Uncomparable 80-Year Old Singer-Songwriter Icon BOB DYLAN

Turn Up The Volume picks 10 gems of favorite artists/bands

22 Septyember 2022

It’s simple. BOB DYLAN is my all-time favorite songsmith. His genial songwriting
skills, his compelling storytelling, his supreme rhymes, his singular phrasing, his waywardness in many ways, and his (non)approach to the press. It all makes him
one of the unquestionable giants in rock history.

Last May Robert Zimmerman turned 80. But it doesn’t stop him from touring.
And, yes, he’s coming to Belgium again, on 15 October in Brussels.
Can’t wait to see the master again.

I have no clue whatsoever, how many songs Dylan wrote (so far).
What I do know is that a couple of 100 are on my best-of-Dylan-list.
Yes, hard to pick only 10. But I did.

Top 3 with videos.
Top 10 together on Spotify.

Stellar video clip – 1989



All 10 GEMS together.

BOB DYLAN: Bio – Discography

It’s Not Dark Yet – Happy 81 To Living Songwriter Icon BOB DYLAN

24 May 2022

Robert Zimmernan was born on 24 May 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota.
Happy 81 to my all-time favorite singer-songwriter.

To mark the day here’s one of the most
affecting songs about getting older,
written by the man himself.

Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there