(‘…got their heads bowed down…’ ‘…t-Aahhxford town…. It’s like he’s running his voice in horizontal and vertical lines in unpredictable distances, like straight lines being drawn through a square maze or the grid of a Mondrian painting being painted without lifting the brush. “Note how he shapes the melody of “Oxford Town” (a quite poppy, quite catchy miniature even despite its subject of racial strife (quite offhand, albeit, which I’d say doesn’t qualify it as one of the conventional Protest Songs)), working his lower register into a sober voice coming through an old Victrola. Note the very funny humility of ‘I don’t blame him too much, though, he didn’t know me.’ Note the unexpected prick of sad aimlessness of ‘Good car to drive…after a war.'” “Note how he recites “Talkin’ World War III Blues” (like all of his brilliant talking blues songs) as if he’s describing it all to a psychiatrist lines like ‘It was a normal day’ delivered in a hilariously plainspoken way, so that naturally there’s nothing to do but fill the space with some jaunty harmonica. About Press Copyright Contact us Creators Advertise Developers Terms Privacy Policy & Safety How YouTube works Test new features Press Copyright Contact us Creators.
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