Hari
08-29-2004, 10:15 PM
My back pages still stands as one one my all-time favorites; not just by Bob Dylan, but among the many
artists of all decades.
When I was 18 and recently learning my chords with a 12$ Teisco from Sears & Roebuck, and going to live band dances, I would be raptured by the local groups rendition of the Byrds's interpretation of that song, and eventually I learnt the lead guitar solo simply by memory.
My home town was the center of the best bands that could play as good as The rolling stones, the Byrds, The animals, and The young rascals. I don't know why no one was playing Beatles, although there was one band called the Beagles. 1968 and some people felt ashamed to play Beatles too loud in their portable record players. For me no one was even close to the fab four. I began to learn all their songs with my guitar.
My cousing had a closet full of stylish hippie clothes and he would lend me some, and we would go to "the center" and people thought we were the band. Having been raised in NYC as a child, my cousing was one of the hippest guys in town. I had met him a year earlier since my father job kept us as gypsies and moving every three months due to his goverment job, and after my mother left him, we came back to where all our relatives lived.
Later in 1969 when I was living in the NYC's Greenwhich village, my cousing came to visit me in my pad on second ave, and told me my father would kill me if he found me. He was a hard-core army man, and I was dodging the draft.
artists of all decades.
When I was 18 and recently learning my chords with a 12$ Teisco from Sears & Roebuck, and going to live band dances, I would be raptured by the local groups rendition of the Byrds's interpretation of that song, and eventually I learnt the lead guitar solo simply by memory.
My home town was the center of the best bands that could play as good as The rolling stones, the Byrds, The animals, and The young rascals. I don't know why no one was playing Beatles, although there was one band called the Beagles. 1968 and some people felt ashamed to play Beatles too loud in their portable record players. For me no one was even close to the fab four. I began to learn all their songs with my guitar.
My cousing had a closet full of stylish hippie clothes and he would lend me some, and we would go to "the center" and people thought we were the band. Having been raised in NYC as a child, my cousing was one of the hippest guys in town. I had met him a year earlier since my father job kept us as gypsies and moving every three months due to his goverment job, and after my mother left him, we came back to where all our relatives lived.
Later in 1969 when I was living in the NYC's Greenwhich village, my cousing came to visit me in my pad on second ave, and told me my father would kill me if he found me. He was a hard-core army man, and I was dodging the draft.