Oldgringo wrote:Liberty wrote:Oldgringo wrote:One 'mo time:
We watched a documentary on Pete Seeger last night thanks to our NetFlix subscription. The best music this country has ever produced is the Folk Music of the late 50's through the 60's. It was a good sound with a message and/or a story. The day the music died was the day the Beatles stepped off that airplane in NYC - the first time.
Unlike some others,

I am not an expert on music or anything else. This is my opinion to which I'm entitled - so there.
What do you think about Bob Dylan? Just curious.
I still have 2-3 early Bob Dylan LP's circa 1962 +/-. I enjoyed the music of the day; granted, Bob Dylan could sound like cats er, uh ...fighting.
Back when I was 18 years old and living just south of Albany, NY, one of my favorite activities was to pack up several rifles and go "road hunting" for woodchucks. I, and sometimes one friend or another, would ride the back roads looking for woodchuck to shoot at. Upon spotting one we would find the owner of the land, usually a farmer and glad to get rid of the pest, and ask permission to shoot at the offending groundhog.
One of my favorite things to do on these road trips was to eventually end up in West Hurley NY, the home of Numrich Arms and a treasure trove of fun things to fondle and wish for. My grandpappy knew George Numrich and I had been introduced, so I was privileged to be invited to shoot some of Numrich's products on the range out back, including Thompson Submachine guns, and even a BAR once, if I happened to be hanging around when some shooting was going to take place.
During one of these extended road trips, I happened to stop in Woodstock, NY, just a little north of West Hurley, for breakfast, and found a place that served expresso coffee north on NY City. Cafe Parisian became another destination.
Hanging out there, I became slightly acquainted with a scruffy looking kid who sometimes played guitar on the porch, but usually sat and played chess with anyone who would play.
I had absolutely no idea who Bob Dylan was YET, I had heard some of his songs, but had never seen his picture and my personal opinion was that the kid in Woodstock did a fair job of imitating Bob Dylan. There wasn't much folk crossing over yet.
And of course it actually was Bob Dylan.
I guess I wish I had gotten better acquainted, maybe he would have introduced me to Johnny Cash, who was living there at that time too.
One of my favorite Dylan songs was, and still is, "He was a friend of mine."