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248: Bob Dylan, ‘You Ain’t Going Nowhere’

Well, Bobby got The Nobel, and that’s great.
Fifty years ago, he was awarded a very different prize, The Meshel:
“For introducing me to a new direction, a path I chose to adapt and adopt and live by.”

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The Origins of The Real Group and Modern A Cappella — Interview with Peder Karlsson

An extensive interview with Peder Karlsson about the history of The Real Group and their impact on Modern A Cappella.

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147: Frank Sinatra, ‘It Was a Very Good Year’

It’s early October, the leaves and the pages of the calendar are turning, a time for some sober and somber thoughts about whither we are headed. Here’s a great song about October and life and reflection.

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246: Tom Waits, ‘Kentucky Avenue’

The things you wonder about at 12. Airborne by wonder, lifted on the wings of imagination, from Lima or from Whittier, all the way to places we couldn’t yet even dream of.

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080: Tim Ries w. Norah Jones, ‘Wild Horses’

Norah Jones’ style really is her own—country jazz, with a twist of blues and an ample dose of pop hooks. Ear candy that doesn’t insult the brain. Not to mention a pair of lips and a pair of eyes and a figure and an attitude that can make a man lose sleep at night. A fetching beauty with a catchy song, what more could one ask for?
Jazz saxophonist Tim Ries toured extensively with The Stones, who sponsored his very fine, very varied Rolling Stones Project.

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245: Johnny Mathis, ‘Misty’

The gooiest song ever.
Let’s tryst again, like we did last summer.

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244: Bill Evans/Miles Davis, ‘On Green Dolphin Street’

Moledro — a feeling of resonant connection with an artist.
Some disparate notions about Bill Evans, all of them moledros.

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074: Donovan, ‘House of Jansch’

To my utter chagrin, a couple of my erstwhile acquaintances have recently been bad-mouthing Donovan, and them’s fighting words for me. Yeah, yeah, I know, hippie-dippie, limpid, Dylan wannabe, yadda-yadda. They know not of what they speak. Donovan Leitch is one fine artist, with an admirably muscular aesthetic.

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