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"BLOWIN' IN THE WIND",
"An Doc Watson's
Ray Charles's shoutin an speakin
Bertrand Russell's yellin from across the ocean
an Julian Beck's tellin the same on this side a the sea --
Jim Foreman is livin an Ross Barnett's losin --
Harry Jackson's paintin
Maybelle Carter's really
standin an really strummin
an Mike Seeger's
An Pete Seeger's really
Pete Seeger --
An Joan Baez is still
An Marlon Brando's on the good side --
An the time's a rollin down every single street --
There's a girl waitin on every single corner --
An men're still breathin
An it's all music..."
it's NOT "all music"
it's registered trademarks, corporate greed, and near-extortionist methods
by the self-proclaimed "Web Sheriff" employed against (former)
loyal fans and supporters of a former artist, singer-songwriter and poet,
who seems to have forgotten that it was fans like the webmaster of this
site who promoted the artist for more than 15 years as a "labor of
love", at no cost to the artist, who dutifully bought every release, attended
every concert they could get to....
On Jan. 31, 2011 -- a
date which will live in infamy -- bobdylanroots.com and bobdylanroots.de
were suddenly and deliberately attacked by the Web Sheriff claiming to act
on behalf of the trademark empire of Special Rider™.
was at peace with that empire and, at the solicitation of Sony and other
entities, constantly promoting new releases whenever asked for support and
promotion, as can be documented by numerous email requests.
The attack on Jan. 31,
2011 has caused severe damage to Bob Dylan™ scholarship and research, very
many well-researched and extensively documented facts have been lost.
There is no blinking at
the fact that
Amendment guarantee of free speech,
and fair use
in accordance with U.S.
copyright and trademark
law are in grave danger.
Despite the unprovoked
and dastardly attack by the Web Sheriff on Jan. 31, NO STATE OF WAR exists
between bobdylanroots.com/bobdylanroots.de and the Special Rider™ empire.
bobdylanroots.de are registered and legally owned by Manfred Helfert, and not
the property of Bob
Dylan™ nor Special Rider™.
(Blues) is the title of a blues by
Nehemiah Skip James who probably did not have the money (nor saw the need) to
register a commonplace "floating" expression as a trademark.
Welcome to the former
Bob Dylan™ Musical Roots
and Influences Pages
"Roots, Routes and Ramblings"
and "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man")
of Manfred Helfert, Mainz, Germany.
These pages will no
longer be updated.
SMITH's new album "Twelve" contains cover of Dylan™'s
"Changing Of The Guard"
"Let me be known as just the man that told you
something you already knew."
WOODY GUTHRIE, 3/29/46
LAST UPDATE: February 04, 2011
These pages will no
longer be updated.
material on these pages was/is used in accordance with "fair use",
for the purpose of commentary, criticism, news reporting, research,
teaching, library archiving and scholarship only and meets the requirements of the four-factor
test demanded by 17 U.S.C. § 107.
There is no audio (released nor
unreleased) on this site.
None of the links (to
other former parts of this site) will work anymore.
Links to other sites
(see explanation in
he stands, and who can believe him? Black corduroy cap, green corduroy
shirt, blue corduroy pants. Hard-lick guitar, whooping harmonica, skinny
little voice. Beardless chin, shaggy sideburns, porcelain pussy-cat eyes.
At 22, he looks 14, and his accent belongs to a jive Nebraskan, or maybe a
He is a dime-store philosopher, a drugstore cowboy, a men's
room conversationalist. And when he describes his young life, he
declares himself dumbfounded at the spectacle. "With my thumb out, my
eyes asleep, my hat turned up an' my head turned on," says Bob Dylan™,
"I'm driftin' and learnin' new lessons."
Sometimes he lapses into a scrawny Presleyan growl, and sometimes his
voice simply sinks into silence beneath the pile-drive chords he plays on
his guitar. But he has something unique to say, and he says it in songs
of his own invention that are the best songs of their style since Woody Guthrie's.
TIME, May 31,
"Anything called a hootenanny ought to be shot on
sight, but the whole country is having one. A hootenanny is to folk singing
what a jam session is to jazz, and all over the U.S. there is a great
reverberate twang. Guitars and banjos akimbo, folk singers inhabit smoky
metropolitan crawl space; they sprawl on the floors of college rooms; near
the foot of ski trails, they keep time to the wheeze and sputter of burning
logs; they sing homely lyrics to the combers of the Pacific.
They are everybody and anybody. A civil engineer performs in his off-hours in
the folk bins of the Midwest. So do debutantes, university students, even a
refugee from an Eastern girl's-school choir. Everywhere, there are bearded
fop singers and clean-cut dilettantes. There are gifted amateurs and serious
musicians. New York, Boston, Chicago, Minneapolis, Denver and San
Francisco all have shoals of
tiny coffee shops, all loud with basic folk sound--a pinched and studied
wail that is intended to suggest flinty hills or clumpy prairies."