Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I Love It When I Have These Interactions With The Universe. Is There A Word For That?

The last few days I've been working on a post for the When Bob Met Woody blog tour. I won't say too much about the book today, since I'll be going on about it in some length tomorrow. I will just point out that it involves the young Bob Dylan's interest in Woody Guthrie's music.

Okay, quite apart from that, I have become very bored with the CDs in my car CD player. Some engineering genius came up with the idea of putting CD players under the front seat of cars (at least under my front seat), which means it's very inconvenient to change them. I end up listening to the same things for months, and I reached the breaking point yesterday morning, when I knew I would be in the car for a while.

So, just before I went tearing out of the house, late as usual, I stopped at the CD shelf/stacks/mess and, with no forethought, picked up a Sammy Hagar CD and Nanci Griffith, Other Voices Other Rooms and then managed to get them into the CD player before I was off and running.

It's probably been years since I've listened to the Nancy Griffith CD, so I ended up spending most of my time with that one. I'd gone all the way through it once, and was on the second run through, when I thought, "Hey, Nanci Griffith is folky. I wonder if she does any Woody Guthrie songs on this thing?" Because, you know, everyone does Woody, right?

When I checked out the CD, I found out that not only did she cover a Woody Guthrie piece, she did one by Bob Dylan, too! And Dylan played harmonica on it!

I know, I've said it here before, but, really, these kinds of weird connection type things happen to me all the time. It's seriously creepy, but I love it, anyway.

Nancy Griffith singing Woody Guthrie's Do Re Mi.

Nanci Griffith singing Bob Dylan's Boots of Spanish Leather.

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