Friday, July 31, 2009

Bob Dylan vs. Neil Diamond

While I'm appalled, appalled that Neil Diamond garnered a single vote on the latest McBone poll, I am pleased to know that 94% of all McBoners agree: between the man who revolutionized music and the guy who penned the corniest song in the past 50 years, there is no choice. What song is that, you ask? Just take a listen to this:

Hurts, right? Quick! Quick! The antidote:



Kid Shay said...

Is it true? August 18th you're going?

Nate and Jeff Bowler, Co-Captains said...

Yes indeed it is. Thanks to McBoner Darin who tipped me off to the show. Pretenders, Cat Power and Juliette Lewis. Yes, that Juliette Lewis.


Anonymous said...


Enjoy the show...



Forgot to give you the set list from the VT show. Had to split early before the final three songs (baby was not cooperating with the grandparents & rain was pouring down), but overall the set was great:

Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat
Señor (Tales Of Yankee Power)
I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
Rollin' And Tumblin'
Spirit On The Water
Things Have Changed
If You Ever Go To Houston
High Water (for Charlie Patton)
I Feel A Change Comin' On
Highway 61 Revisited
Nettie Moore
Summer Days
Like A Rolling Stone
All Along The Watchtower

BTW, John Mellencamp rocked the damn house off the place.

Nate and Jeff Bowler, Co-Captains said...

That is an awesome set list. I'd love to hear him play Nettie Moore. One of my faves from Modern Times.


thewheelsstillinspin said...

When I saw the poll about Dylan v Diamond, I wondered where the hell it came from. But now that Dylan is recording a Christmas album like the fellow Jewish-raised Neil D, I'm starting to see more similarities.

But as Bob Wiley so poignantly stated in What About Bob?, "There are two types of people in this world: Those who like Neil Diamond, and those who don't. My ex-wife loves him."

Nate and Jeff Bowler, Co-Captains said...

Sometimes I just like to throw a question out there to test the waters...see where the McBoners really stand.

The Christmas album is a horror, to be sure. My only recourse is to pretend it doesn't exist and hope it goes away. Or kill myself.