by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)
Original post on July 18, 2008
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a
song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no
place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a
song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll
come followin' you.
Mr. Tambourine Man
By Bob Dylan
I caught a video on YouTube of a touchingly young Bob Dylan,
looking frail and shy. In it, he is singing Mr. Tambourine Man at the Newport
Folk Festival in 1964. To date, he has been performing for over thirty years
and his genius is undiminished. The song, now a classic, is vintage Dylan.
Many speculate that it is about the dependence of a druggie
on his dealer since it speaks of being taken "disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy
ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out
to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow." But
to think so would be to buttonhole the universality of message that is
characteristic of Dylan.
Posts
