From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   On Saturday, August 28, 2021 at 1:19:51 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:   
   > On Saturday, August 28, 2021 at 1:07:05 PM UTC-7, K. Hematite wrote:    
   > > On Saturday, 28 August 2021 at 15:49:18 UTC-4, Rachel wrote:    
   > > > On Saturday, August 28, 2021 at 12:33:54 PM UTC-7, K. Hematite wrote:    
   > > > > On Wednesday, 25 August 2021 at 05:03:19 UTC-4, Christopher Rollason   
   wrote:    
   > > > > > Dylan has twice contributed to sleevenotes for releases by Dion (Di   
   Mucci). The most recent is for an album called Blues With Friends released in   
   2020. Before that was a box set called King of the New York Streets which came   
   out in 2000.    
   > > > > >    
   > > > > > I have located Dylan's 2020 notes but not those from 2000. Does   
   anyone have them? If you do could you post them on the group?    
   > > > > >    
   > > > > > Thanks in advance!    
   > > > > "King of the New York Streets" is a 3-CD box tracing Dion's musical   
   history. Liner notes are found in s 48-page booklet, most of which consists of   
   David Marsh's comments about Dion's life in the Bronx and beyond and about the   
   various influences    
   on his music. Page 33 is given over to Dylan's one-page comment on Dion and it   
   goes like this:    
   > > > >    
   > > > > "The voice of Dion came exploding out of what Allen Ginsberg called   
   'the hydrogen jukebox" in the fifties -- the hush hush age. Torn right from   
   the start, he had it magically together in the mythic sense -- level-headed   
   and trustworthy,    
   rhythmically there's no mayhem -- just a sense of wonder. In his voice he   
   tells the untold story in the seemingly secret language. How else do you   
   explain the soulfulness of 'Teenager in Love'? An unknowing ear would say it's   
   a song about youthful    
   claptrap but it's not, not anymore than Tampa Red's 'Let Me Play With Your   
   Poodle' is not about dogs. You can hear it in his haunted voice -- street   
   corner hokum sure, but also barrelhouse blues, the honky-tonk world -- even   
   the most sophisticated    
   crooner in the articulate way -- it's all there to put a spell on you. I saw   
   Dion way back there when he followed Ritchie Valens and preceded Link Wray and   
   the Wraymen. Ritchie could pitch you over the fence and Link made you feel   
   like you wanted to take    
   a grotesque despotic world and hang it with barbed wire, but Dion was no less   
   brilliant -- his level was cool-headed, made you feel longing, excited and   
   entranced. 'Ruby Baby' is severe, round the clock -- listen you'll see.   
   Satire, cunning, fidelity, it'   
   s all there in spades. Great singers pass by us like a parade of nobility.   
   There's just something about them that rises above superficial culture. Dion   
   comes from a time when so-so singers couldn't cut it -- they either never got   
   heard or got exposed    
   quick and got out of the way. To have it, you really had to have it, no smoke   
   and mirrors then -- not a minute to spare --rough and ready -- glorious and   
   grand -- grieving with heartache and feeling too much but still with the   
   always 'better not try it'    
   attitude. If you want to hear a great singer, listen to Dion. His voice takes   
   it's [sic] color from all pallets-- he's never lost it -- his genius has never   
   deserted him."    
   > >    
   > > > is there a reason the word pallet was chosen, over pallete ?    
   > > My pathetic excuse is pure carelessness. I didn't even notice that the   
   word had been misspelled and therefore required an appropriate [sic]. Dylan's   
   excuse may be that he used to be a folksinger and had "Make Me a Pallet on   
   Your Floor" going through    
   his head when he wrote the comment on Dion.   
   > but that's about a bed (i googled the lyrics)   
      
   i guess it's the LLL influence, all the colors bleeding into one, like mordant.   
      
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