JOB alerted me to this. A beautiful 18th Century folk song recorded by Bob Dylan during the 1970 “Self Portrait” sessions but never released. Squirreled away and lost to history till now. I love what Dylan does with his voice on the high notes here. Extraordinary.
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Awesome, Potter. Nice JOB!
More here … http://www.huffingtonpost.com/anne-margaret-daniel/bob-dylan-pretty-saro-fro_b_3721765.html
The voice, the guitar … just an amazing song. How did this not make it on to Nashville Skyline, let alone the Self Portrait? And (as the HP article suggests) how many of these gems are locked up in the vaults? We can only hope that any day now they shall be released …
(Dylan’s vaults) > (Salinger’s safe)
The man has a gift for being evocative.
I guess he’s opening with an electrified version of this song on his current tour. Not really, but I wouldn’t put it past him. Of course, you wouldn’t be able to hear the singing. Or was it the piano, or both?