Back to top

Dylanology #1 is out!

I am happy and proud to announce the first issue of Dylanology, an in-depth monthly newsletter about Dylan’s music and lyrics, authored by Jakob Brønnum and myself.

Brønnum is a well-known Danish author with 40 books under his belt, including one about Dylan (“Sange ved himlens port”, “Songs at Heaven’s Gate”). Myself, I have run dylanchords since the beginning of time (c. 1996), and will primarily focus on the musical side of Dylan’s work. In each issue, there will be longer articles, shorter essays, analyses and news.

In the first issue, I take the story about Dylan’s first harmonica holder as a point of departure for an eightieth anniversary retrospective about Dylan’s musical art, and Jakob Brønnum discusses Forever Young as an example of Dylan’s literary technique and the way he relates to tradition. In addition there is an analysis of the recently issued “Too Late” and a text about being Stuck inside of Mobile.

Check it out!

https://dylanology.substack.com

 

I Still Miss Someone

         D       E         A
   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .     :   .   .   .   
-------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------
-------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------
-------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------
-------|-0---0-----------|-----2-------2---|-----2-------2---
-0-2-4-|---------4-------|-0---------------|-0---------------
-------|-------------0---|---------0-------|---------0-------

      A        D          E
At my door the leaves are falling
  D         E         A
A cold wild wind will come

East Virginia Blues

      D                     D7
I was born in East Virginia
          G          D
North Carolina I did go
        G               D
There I met the fairest maiden
       A             D
and my age I did not know.  *)

Her hair it was the darkest colour 
Cheeks they were a-ruby red
On her breast she wore a white lily
Where I longed to lay my head

I'd rather be in some dark hollow
where the sun don't ever shine
than to see you love another
and to know you'll never be mine.

I don't want your green back dollar
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is your love, darling
Won't you take me back again?
Won't you take me back again?

Pages

Subscribe to dylanchords RSS