We have had quite a few music and movie threads during the offseason, so here is another one.
What do you consider the most beautiful written song, or a few choices (lets not go crazy with 10 or anything), ever written? I have always said the best songs ever written come from pain. My choices, "Make You Feel My Love" from Bob Dylan (sung by Adele) and "Lay Me Down" from Sam Smith, Elvin Smith & James Napier (sung by Sam Smith). I think it's amazing that I have been on this Earth 33 years, and there has not been a song writer that can compare to Bob Dylan, still. It's my opinion, but I think he is just amazing.
When posting, give credit to the song writers, not just the artist who sang it.
Good story for Dylan fans. My dad was in New York for about 4 months back in the day (I can get the year from him next time we talk) and was tending bar in the East Village somewhere (I can also get that later). He said he was working one afternoon and it was just dead. He was actually reading a book, and there were only 3 customers in there at the time. Bob Dylan walks in with his guitar, sets up shop and starts playing for 2 hours. 2 f**king hours. Then he simply packs up and walks out. My dad said he never saw anything like it, and still hasn't to this day. I always loved that story.
What do you consider the most beautiful written song, or a few choices (lets not go crazy with 10 or anything), ever written? I have always said the best songs ever written come from pain. My choices, "Make You Feel My Love" from Bob Dylan (sung by Adele) and "Lay Me Down" from Sam Smith, Elvin Smith & James Napier (sung by Sam Smith). I think it's amazing that I have been on this Earth 33 years, and there has not been a song writer that can compare to Bob Dylan, still. It's my opinion, but I think he is just amazing.
When posting, give credit to the song writers, not just the artist who sang it.
Good story for Dylan fans. My dad was in New York for about 4 months back in the day (I can get the year from him next time we talk) and was tending bar in the East Village somewhere (I can also get that later). He said he was working one afternoon and it was just dead. He was actually reading a book, and there were only 3 customers in there at the time. Bob Dylan walks in with his guitar, sets up shop and starts playing for 2 hours. 2 f**king hours. Then he simply packs up and walks out. My dad said he never saw anything like it, and still hasn't to this day. I always loved that story.
