Well, one does only get to be new, fresh, and transcendent just once at best. Poor you, though, being the child of a Dylan fan! I have a lot of respect for him as a songwriter (especially the way he phrased his lyrics), and his bravery in being willing to literally lose half his audience for the sake of his creative freedom is admirable, but those whiny vocals are a deal-breaker.
That's why I don't consider artists doing songs by Dylan to be doing "covers." We never speak of a song as a cover if it was simply plunked out by a chainsmoking agoraphobe on an out-of-tune upright piano in a third-floor walkup in Brooklyn before being faxed to Lady Gaga or Garth Brooks or Stacey Q, we just accept that the actual songwriter could audioalize (is that a word? Is now) what it would sound like when done by the right person. Dylan can't fuckin' sing, but he can write like he's fixin' to win a contest with the Devil, the singing and playing is left to folks like Jimi and Eric and Stacey Q. Let's hear some Stacey Q, shall we? If the dog starts howling, that's only because he can hear her full vocal range, not just the low notes.
The so called 'hybrid' mythical species, such as arachne and centaurs, are a titanic pain to understand. So far the only thing I've been able to find that makes sense is secondary organs in the non-humanoid half, but that leads to other questions and only so much can be handwaved
I'm sure Alfred Nobel might take exception to that. But then you hear Lay Lady Lay and realize that it was probably an artistic choice.
When I got my first Dfib implanted the doctor assured me that they would test it while I was still under. It turned out that I heard the doctor talking about "Still needing to test it." just before he hit the juice, that was quite a lot of sensation for still being under.
Just one of many comments on Dylan to put my next thing in context: I may not be a diplomat but look at the cat and where it is.
Are you talking about him singing through his nose? BTW, has anyone noticed that parents have quit teaching their children not to talk through their noses? Some of the women I hear talking now days are so heavy talking through their noses that I wouldn't consider more than one date with any of them if even that much. EDIT: I should have mentioned that I always was the guy that couldn't afford to be picky when it came to dates. On the other hand, I never did go as far as a cash transaction for sex.
*puts on monocle* Ah yes, the classic case of oral histrionic syndrome. Speaking of things that annoy me. Dating. People. Pets. Am I a misanthrope? EDIT: Wanted to add - since we're talking about nasally voices - that I guess Michigan's accent is most defined by our insistence on a very nasally "a". Stands out since we otherwise have a pretty typical Midwestern accent (whatever the Hell that is). It's very bizarre to think I have an accent. Mainly because I can imagine a British or Australian individual thinking, "Why do these Americans sound so funny?" When to me, we are literally vanilla. We are water. Plain. No flavor. YOU are the person who insists on all the bizarre "moose tracks", "rainbow road" vocal ice cream shit.
Oh believe me, I understand. For some of us (myself included) the nasallyness even carries over into words like "not" and "pot". The word "annoyed" is actually a good example. I feel like many might pronounce the beginning, an-, as "uh". But nah, in Michigan it's definitely 'ah', spoken straight from the nose. Not quite as bad as "Left my car keys in my khakis at the Harvard yard." You know who I'm talking about.
That wouldn't be the folks that "paaak their caaas then go to the baaaa"? EDIT: BTW, did you ever notice that along with the dragged out 'a' sound, they fail to sound 'r's at all?
Mirror is a really good example of that 'r'. Government is another. EDIT: Scratch that last one. We say "goverment" not "government". Fridgerator or fridge, because who in the Hell has time to add the "re-" prefix, especially if you're only fridgerating something for the first time, not a second time. It's not the DMV; it's Secretaryuh State. We also drop t's and d's like it's nobodies business. And the wonderful names that make foreigners sound like they're having a stroke: Heydenreich. Hi-den-reich (as in the one that was supposed to last for 1000 years) Dequindre. (Dee as in the letter, quinn as in the name, dre as in dirt) Schoenherr. (Shane like the name, -er as in river) Gratiot. (Gra as in grand, shit) Ypsilanti. (Ip as in tip, sil as in window sill, annie.) Sault Ste. Marie (Soo, like the word sue; saint; muh-ree) Michigan's wild.
Vanilla? This is the goofball thing the world does with Merikaans. We're all the same, a homogenous singular accented people. Sheeyit! We're worse than all Europa! Go from Maine to Boston and it may as well be half way around the world! Hell, go from North to Southern California and it's a different planet! Alien bipeds wearing scraps of bizarre material on (off) their loins and zapping each other with electron guns! We all sound like foreigners to each other, 'cept we don't come from anywher's. Second Civil War starts here. Mark my werds!
If by 'hands' you mean brain, and by warsh you mean 'gas and match', then yep I did sir indeed warsh my hands. ;P)