1. Tears of Rage
2. To Kingdom Come
3. In a Station
4. Caledonia Mission
5. The Weight
6. We Can Talk
7. Long Black Veil
8. Chest Fever
9. Lonesome Suzie
10. This Wheel's On Fire
11. I Shall Be Released
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{Outtakes from Dylan's Basement Tapes}
12. Yazoo Street Scandal
13. Tears of Rage (Alt. Take)
14. Katie's Been Gone
15. If I Lose
16. Long Distance Operator
17. Lonesome Suzie (Alt. Take)
18. Orange Juice Blues (Blues for Breakfast)
19. Key to the Highway
20. Ferdinand the Impostor
Dedicated to Robbie, Richard, Rick, Garth and Levon. The fore bearers. Revolutionaries. Soldiers. Paupers. Poets. Princes. Kings.
2. To Kingdom Come
3. In a Station
4. Caledonia Mission
5. The Weight
6. We Can Talk
7. Long Black Veil
8. Chest Fever
9. Lonesome Suzie
10. This Wheel's On Fire
11. I Shall Be Released
------------------------------
{Outtakes from Dylan's Basement Tapes}
12. Yazoo Street Scandal
13. Tears of Rage (Alt. Take)
14. Katie's Been Gone
15. If I Lose
16. Long Distance Operator
17. Lonesome Suzie (Alt. Take)
18. Orange Juice Blues (Blues for Breakfast)
19. Key to the Highway
20. Ferdinand the Impostor
Happy Canada Day, folks! In celebration of our wonderful country, I figured I would dig out what I felt to be the most essential Canadian album. You can't possible imagine how excited I am about this post. I usually really love to throw the album on whilst I write about it. I think it helps dig out some really cool ideas. I'm only telling you this, because I swear, I've been trying to finish this write-up for two weeks. The reason being, every time I hear Richard Manuel's voice tear into "Tears of Rage", I can no longer function as a person. If I tried to drive with this album on, I would get into a very serious accident. I simply find nothing more gripping, more urgent or more worth my attention.
I seem to remember my maiden post being laced with some crass idea about the frequency at which I meet Canadians who don't know who the Band are. Crass in the sense that I will now dutifully "point you the way to go, and scratch your name in sand". Please. Please. Please. Listen to this record.
Shit. I seriously cannot write this. I have no words that could even begin to scratch the iceberg of pure magic that rests in the grooves of this work. Maybe that's a good metaphor. If you are the Titanic, Big Pink is the iceberg. 'sept it's bigger, and it's pink, and it will blow you to pieces. If you gel with this album, I mean, if you give it the due it deserves, you cannot listen to music the same ever again.
When I say the due it deserves, I mean, get some real headphones, sit in your bedroom/favorite place to be, play this from beginning to end and listen to it with no other distractions. It's the only way to get the full affect[sic]. I swear to you, it's worth it.
For the love of God, Listen to it loudly and listen to it carefully. The five men whose ideas and sounds live here simply attack their art with the honesty reserved for St. Peter's Gate.
This album is for all the people out there who believe that Christina A-Guerrilla isn't a good singer simply because she can yell loudly. Yelling loudly doesn't become music until you infuse it with passion and personality. If you don't believe me, listen to Rick Danko sing. He sings like his life is at stake. It's one of the most beautiful lessons in music creation. You can hear in his voice that if he doesn't get his message across to you, he will have no will to live. It's so goddamn beautiful. For the record, this was the manner in which the Band lived. Stealing bread from grocers so they could live to play music for you.
The stories. The craft. The musicianship. If there was to be a vault of the most important art of the 20th century, this would NEED to be there. This is THE roots rock "melting pot" album. Also known as the record that changed Eric Clapton's life. It changed Eric fucking Clapton's life.
You know what. I'm sick of this. If you're going to do yourself the disservice of not listening to this, then eat shit. Or perhaps continue to eat shit and listen to Bon Jovi for your fill of "cowboy tunes".
...
yikes. Sorry.
Please Enjoy.
I seem to remember my maiden post being laced with some crass idea about the frequency at which I meet Canadians who don't know who the Band are. Crass in the sense that I will now dutifully "point you the way to go, and scratch your name in sand". Please. Please. Please. Listen to this record.
Shit. I seriously cannot write this. I have no words that could even begin to scratch the iceberg of pure magic that rests in the grooves of this work. Maybe that's a good metaphor. If you are the Titanic, Big Pink is the iceberg. 'sept it's bigger, and it's pink, and it will blow you to pieces. If you gel with this album, I mean, if you give it the due it deserves, you cannot listen to music the same ever again.
When I say the due it deserves, I mean, get some real headphones, sit in your bedroom/favorite place to be, play this from beginning to end and listen to it with no other distractions. It's the only way to get the full affect[sic]. I swear to you, it's worth it.
For the love of God, Listen to it loudly and listen to it carefully. The five men whose ideas and sounds live here simply attack their art with the honesty reserved for St. Peter's Gate.
This album is for all the people out there who believe that Christina A-Guerrilla isn't a good singer simply because she can yell loudly. Yelling loudly doesn't become music until you infuse it with passion and personality. If you don't believe me, listen to Rick Danko sing. He sings like his life is at stake. It's one of the most beautiful lessons in music creation. You can hear in his voice that if he doesn't get his message across to you, he will have no will to live. It's so goddamn beautiful. For the record, this was the manner in which the Band lived. Stealing bread from grocers so they could live to play music for you.
The stories. The craft. The musicianship. If there was to be a vault of the most important art of the 20th century, this would NEED to be there. This is THE roots rock "melting pot" album. Also known as the record that changed Eric Clapton's life. It changed Eric fucking Clapton's life.
You know what. I'm sick of this. If you're going to do yourself the disservice of not listening to this, then eat shit. Or perhaps continue to eat shit and listen to Bon Jovi for your fill of "cowboy tunes".
...
yikes. Sorry.
Please Enjoy.
Dedicated to Robbie, Richard, Rick, Garth and Levon. The fore bearers. Revolutionaries. Soldiers. Paupers. Poets. Princes. Kings.
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