I first heard this song in 1979 in Casablanca, Morocco. At this point in my life, I was a senior in high school in a small podunk town about 200 miles away from Casablanca. Besides my love for Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, and Cat Stevens, Long-Distance Running was my life. In school, my favorite class was English, and after three years of immersing myself in the language, I was somewhat good at understanding spoken English. I was a kid who did not get allowance money, or have a job but managed to save for important needs, and on this particular time, I desperately needed some good running shoes for competing, however, the clothing shops in the small town where I lived had only "Saroukh Brand", a generic plastic sneakers that stunk the minute you put them on. Not finding the right pair of competition-level shoes, I grabbed the meager savings I had and took the overnight train in the "Quatrième Classe" (the lowest economic class in the rear car of the train, with the chickens and goats) to the big city. After a few inquiries on where to find good running shoes in the largest city in Morocco, I was led to Souk Smat, a flea market of a sort in the old Medina of Casablanca. Zigzagging between the droves of people from one stall to the next, I finally hit the jackpot of the everything-abroad shop as if I stumbled on heaven. This shop specializes in imported black-market items from the US and Europe. There was running gear just like what the Track and Field stars (Lasse Viren, Frank Shorter, Henry Rono, to name a few who adorned my room walls) wore, all kinds of Levis Blue Jeans, hip sunglasses, some second-hand stuff as well, etc, in short, the coolest stuff ever for an insignificant kid from a Middle-of-Nowhere town. As I was haggling with the shopkeeper over these incredible Nike sneakers, I saw a Joan Baez album that I had never seen before with Baez in her iconic straw hat picture facing me in the corner of the tiny shop. My focus immediately shifted to "The Best Of Joan C. Baez" vinyl album, I asked the seemingly annoyed shopkeeper to play a couple of songs from the album for me before I bought it. From the minute the first song (Diamonds And Rust) started playing, I just lost it, and by the time "Prison Trilogy" song hit, I was sobbing in a trance-like fashion, not worrying about the gathered mesmerized crowd surrounding me or the shopkeeper. I will never forget that shop or that moment, it was like a freight train of emotions hit me at a vulnerable time with the most sincere words and music that only The Queen of Folk in her prime could create. I skipped the much-needed shoes, gave the shopkeeper all the money I had, and lingered on an empty stomach for hours (with my new-found treasure underarm) in the fascinating boulevards of Casablanca until the past-midnight train ride, so I could easily bunk the train for nearly 200 miles by getting off the train at almost every town and village and getting back on the last train car that the ticket inspector had just visited. Years later I eventually immigrated to the USA, officially named myself Dylan after his Bobness, and had a great family. I saw Bob Dylan, and Joan Baez many times in concerts, and my innocent youth promise, decades ago, was to meet Bob Dylan and Joan Baez in person. After many crazy attempts, I doubt that I will ever fulfill that dream of meeting Bob, but on the contrary, I have met Joan Baez in person twice; once backstage at a concert in Denver where I sang "Jari Ya Hamouda" with her, and once one evening on August 2, 1996, in the woods of Poudre Canyon in the Rocky Mountains near a small motel where she was staying during a very small outdoor concert at the Mishawaka Amphitheatre in Bellvue, Colorado. When we lived in Colorado Springs, My French friend Fabien LOEWENGUTH, who is also a big fan of Joan Baez, and I took the 4-hour drive with much anticipation to see Joan Baez, and after getting lost for a bit, we eventually made it in the nick of time, that concert was very low-key and just outstanding, especially being in the middle of the mountains, there were not many people, which made it fantastic for all the attendees and very intimate being very close to Joan Baez. I do not remember the songs she played, but the set was dreamy with a few songs from the Play Me Backwards album, I believe. Mid-concert, it started raining lightly and despite that, Joan insisted on playing until "it starts sparking" she said. Sure enough, the thunderous rain started sparking the electric cables, at which point the concert came to a frantic halt and everyone scattered for safety. Joan and the band ran uphill to the motel where they were staying, but the hardcore devotees huddled around hoping for a sign from Joan, however after an hour or so of relentless rain everyone left. Fabien kept insisting that we should also leave especially after the innkeeper kept pestering us and that we still had 4 hours of driving back home in severe weather conditions. I had brought a couple of Baez's books and about 40 or so sleeves from my collection of Joan Baez's official and non-official bootleg CDs with me just in case and refused to leave without at least having her autograph them. A few minutes passed when the innkeeper burst from the gate threatening to call the sheriff's office if we didn't leave immediately, I was in dismay, then sprung and lied to him that I flew in from Morocco and was not leaving unless he took Joan Baez's books and CD jackets to her, he agreed to do so, and I pulled my pen and wrote "you mean so much to the oppressed and the politically persecuted people of Morocco" and signed it "dylan" on the cover of the album that contains "Natalya Gorbanevskaya", a song about a Russian dissident who later became a close friend to Joan (I can't remember the album's title now). A long time went by and the rain had stopped, I thought, what a big mistake I made! I will never see my collection back. To my surprise, not only did I get everything back, but Joan Baez in all of her Majesty, brought them back with all humility, barefoot in a blue jeans shirt and shorts, and above all with the hugest welcoming smile that I have ever seen on Joan Baez. I was about to faint when she asked "Who is this Dylan?" Very funny I thought (Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I am typing this now). Among the things I sent with the innkeeper was a photograph of me and Joan Baez from my backstage visit with her the year prior that my wife took, so she mentioned that she remembered me well and my great singing, I told her that I had two choices to name myself, either Dylan or Gandhi, and that my wife preferred Dylan, and also that if I were a woman, I would have named myself Joan or Baez, and with a smirk, she thought that I should have gone with Gandhi. My friend Fabien joined us, and we took pictures and talked for what seemed an eternity about everything that mattered. She asked about my connection with Gandhi, about the Human Rights situation in Morocco, and was genuinely interested in us more than just as fans. It started to sprinkle again and was getting dark by now, we gave each other hugs and left, me with joy, disbelief, and part of my heart torn then and there. That was an experience of a lifetime, that only confirms my belief in Joan Baez as an incredible human being. Some months later, Joan Baez went to sing in Morocco for the first time, and I am convinced it was because of that encounter. My friends in Morocco don't believe that I had anything to do with it, of course not I assure them! Love to you Joan, and may you stay forever young.
50 years ago, said with a smirk. Love ya Joan! My how times flies. Oh to be a fly on the wall all those light years ago while her and Bobby were exchanging verses from their notebooks.
C’est clair, aujourd’hui 2023, je pense totalement la même chose que vous ! Elle a relevé le niveau de vibrations de ce plateau. Magnifique chanson, chanteuse. Une voix en or et une guitare magique ❤
We know who said that but refuse to his terrible name out loud. He was great writer but he couldn't sing a note!!! Joan Baez made his songs famous and he never thanked her or acknowledged her for his fame. He's very thoughtless. We wouldn't know his name had it not been for Joan Baez.
Illinca, you're right. No I'm not that bitter (anymore). Joan Baez is my all time favorite and I feel she was hurt by bd. I was trying to stand up for her; she needs no one to stand up for her. I hope I didn't offend you. Oh yes, Happy New Year!!!
Genius of creation can be stupid. Bob Dylan is certainly one. No one is good psychological conditions would EVER leave this woman. Greetings from Brazil.
Fernando Godoi That´s what I think too. And if he does not regret it then I dont understand even more. In this song you can feel the pain he caused her. Makes me cry. Greetings from the Czech Republic
Thats the power and fascination that Bob can cause on someone. But his true love was Sara,their divorce really broke him. The tragedy in Bob's romantic life is that he connected with Joan on a musical,artistic level but didnt love her. With Sara it was the opposite,he was in love with her but didnt connect,bond with her on an artistic level.Sara wasnt an artist. Bob said that when he started taking painting classes in NY he couldnt share it wih her,it didn't interest her,its not like they talked about it for hours,she wasnt nourishing him on his artistic life. He always felt incomplete in relationships,i believe he is a deeply lonely man,a hermit soul deep down
@@nurulmaru Yes,all my life. I am attracted to women physically but i cant connect with them in the emotional,cultural,intellectual and spiritual level. For instance,i love art and my favorite musicians,painters, sculptors,poets,novelists, photographers,movie directors are all men. Women in general bores me to death,their personalities, psychology, attitudes, behaviors, lifestyle, conversations, activities, everything. I feel that lonely and disconnected
ohhhh! elle omit des textes de sa chanson... "the madona was yours for free... Yes the girl on the half-shell would keep you unharmed"... Intentionnel???
Voice, guitar playing, appearance, all natural and all still beautiful.
Elle est toujours aussi belle avec l'âge. Et sa voix a pris la profondeur de la sagesse... Quelle grande dame ! 💚
une femme sublime avec une voix magnifique....je l’écoute depuis mes 14 ans et je l'adore toujours
How can someone age from beautiful to gorgeous!!
une des plus belles chansons jamais écrites, paroles et musique
I first heard this song in 1979 in Casablanca, Morocco. At this point in my life, I was a senior in high school in a small podunk town about 200 miles away from Casablanca. Besides my love for Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, and Cat Stevens, Long-Distance Running was my life. In school, my favorite class was English, and after three years of immersing myself in the language, I was somewhat good at understanding spoken English. I was a kid who did not get allowance money, or have a job but managed to save for important needs, and on this particular time, I desperately needed some good running shoes for competing, however, the clothing shops in the small town where I lived had only "Saroukh Brand", a generic plastic sneakers that stunk the minute you put them on. Not finding the right pair of competition-level shoes, I grabbed the meager savings I had and took the overnight train in the "Quatrième Classe" (the lowest economic class in the rear car of the train, with the chickens and goats) to the big city. After a few inquiries on where to find good running shoes in the largest city in Morocco, I was led to Souk Smat, a flea market of a sort in the old Medina of Casablanca. Zigzagging between the droves of people from one stall to the next, I finally hit the jackpot of the everything-abroad shop as if I stumbled on heaven. This shop specializes in imported black-market items from the US and Europe. There was running gear just like what the Track and Field stars (Lasse Viren, Frank Shorter, Henry Rono, to name a few who adorned my room walls) wore, all kinds of Levis Blue Jeans, hip sunglasses, some second-hand stuff as well, etc, in short, the coolest stuff ever for an insignificant kid from a Middle-of-Nowhere town. As I was haggling with the shopkeeper over these incredible Nike sneakers, I saw a Joan Baez album that I had never seen before with Baez in her iconic straw hat picture facing me in the corner of the tiny shop. My focus immediately shifted to "The Best Of Joan C. Baez" vinyl album, I asked the seemingly annoyed shopkeeper to play a couple of songs from the album for me before I bought it. From the minute the first song (Diamonds And Rust) started playing, I just lost it, and by the time "Prison Trilogy" song hit, I was sobbing in a trance-like fashion, not worrying about the gathered mesmerized crowd surrounding me or the shopkeeper. I will never forget that shop or that moment, it was like a freight train of emotions hit me at a vulnerable time with the most sincere words and music that only The Queen of Folk in her prime could create. I skipped the much-needed shoes, gave the shopkeeper all the money I had, and lingered on an empty stomach for hours (with my new-found treasure underarm) in the fascinating boulevards of Casablanca until the past-midnight train ride, so I could easily bunk the train for nearly 200 miles by getting off the train at almost every town and village and getting back on the last train car that the ticket inspector had just visited. Years later I eventually immigrated to the USA, officially named myself Dylan after his Bobness, and had a great family. I saw Bob Dylan, and Joan Baez many times in concerts, and my innocent youth promise, decades ago, was to meet Bob Dylan and Joan Baez in person. After many crazy attempts, I doubt that I will ever fulfill that dream of meeting Bob, but on the contrary, I have met Joan Baez in person twice; once backstage at a concert in Denver where I sang "Jari Ya Hamouda" with her, and once one evening on August 2, 1996, in the woods of Poudre Canyon in the Rocky Mountains near a small motel where she was staying during a very small outdoor concert at the Mishawaka Amphitheatre in Bellvue, Colorado. When we lived in Colorado Springs, My French friend Fabien LOEWENGUTH, who is also a big fan of Joan Baez, and I took the 4-hour drive with much anticipation to see Joan Baez, and after getting lost for a bit, we eventually made it in the nick of time, that concert was very low-key and just outstanding, especially being in the middle of the mountains, there were not many people, which made it fantastic for all the attendees and very intimate being very close to Joan Baez. I do not remember the songs she played, but the set was dreamy with a few songs from the Play Me Backwards album, I believe. Mid-concert, it started raining lightly and despite that, Joan insisted on playing until "it starts sparking" she said. Sure enough, the thunderous rain started sparking the electric cables, at which point the concert came to a frantic halt and everyone scattered for safety. Joan and the band ran uphill to the motel where they were staying, but the hardcore devotees huddled around hoping for a sign from Joan, however after an hour or so of relentless rain everyone left. Fabien kept insisting that we should also leave especially after the innkeeper kept pestering us and that we still had 4 hours of driving back home in severe weather conditions. I had brought a couple of Baez's books and about 40 or so sleeves from my collection of Joan Baez's official and non-official bootleg CDs with me just in case and refused to leave without at least having her autograph them. A few minutes passed when the innkeeper burst from the gate threatening to call the sheriff's office if we didn't leave immediately, I was in dismay, then sprung and lied to him that I flew in from Morocco and was not leaving unless he took Joan Baez's books and CD jackets to her, he agreed to do so, and I pulled my pen and wrote "you mean so much to the oppressed and the politically persecuted people of Morocco" and signed it "dylan" on the cover of the album that contains "Natalya Gorbanevskaya", a song about a Russian dissident who later became a close friend to Joan (I can't remember the album's title now). A long time went by and the rain had stopped, I thought, what a big mistake I made! I will never see my collection back. To my surprise, not only did I get everything back, but Joan Baez in all of her Majesty, brought them back with all humility, barefoot in a blue jeans shirt and shorts, and above all with the hugest welcoming smile that I have ever seen on Joan Baez. I was about to faint when she asked "Who is this Dylan?" Very funny I thought (Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I am typing this now). Among the things I sent with the innkeeper was a photograph of me and Joan Baez from my backstage visit with her the year prior that my wife took, so she mentioned that she remembered me well and my great singing, I told her that I had two choices to name myself, either Dylan or Gandhi, and that my wife preferred Dylan, and also that if I were a woman, I would have named myself Joan or Baez, and with a smirk, she thought that I should have gone with Gandhi. My friend Fabien joined us, and we took pictures and talked for what seemed an eternity about everything that mattered. She asked about my connection with Gandhi, about the Human Rights situation in Morocco, and was genuinely interested in us more than just as fans. It started to sprinkle again and was getting dark by now, we gave each other hugs and left, me with joy, disbelief, and part of my heart torn then and there. That was an experience of a lifetime, that only confirms my belief in Joan Baez as an incredible human being. Some months later, Joan Baez went to sing in Morocco for the first time, and I am convinced it was because of that encounter. My friends in Morocco don't believe that I had anything to do with it, of course not I assure them! Love to you Joan, and may you stay forever young.
"After all this time?"
"Always" said Joan Baez.
Even now, the heart break in her voice can bring tears even to a rock.
50 years ago, said with a smirk. Love ya Joan! My how times flies. Oh to be a fly on the wall all those light years ago while her and Bobby were exchanging verses from their notebooks.
Agh…you repeated her error…a light year is a unit of distance, not of time. 😂
The best singer of all times, i'm Joan lover!
The Lady of soul, the Voice of soul.
1000 merci, même si la voir maintenant me rappelle que moi aussi, j'ai cinquante ans de plus. Dans les années 60, le couple Dylan Baez était mythique.
merci Madame, vous êtes magnifique!
(et merci d'être venue dans cette émission quand elle était encore intéressante)
C’est clair, aujourd’hui 2023, je pense totalement la même chose que vous ! Elle a relevé le niveau de vibrations de ce plateau. Magnifique chanson, chanteuse. Une voix en or et une guitare magique ❤
Sublime ! 😍
"Strumming my pain with her fingers, signing my life with her song". This is in connection with "Killing me softly".
Like a fine Port Joan gets better with time MAGNIFIQUE!
Não precisa de mais nada, só a sua voz e a sua guitarra. Fenomenal❤
She is a magician I can feel it while sitting far far away. Someone tell me how they compose like this. Uff 😢
Absolutely beautiful..............................
Esa maravillosa voz mezzo-soprano ya se siente cansada. Pero nunca olvidaremos a Joan en sus mejores tiempos. JAMAS !!
Yes you did love him.
"My poetry was lossy....... ". The person who said was a tasteless heart. Unforgettable song.
lousy...
It was Bob Dylan
We know who said that but refuse to his terrible name out loud. He was great writer but he couldn't sing a note!!! Joan Baez made his songs famous and he never thanked her or acknowledged her for his fame. He's very thoughtless. We wouldn't know his name had it not been for Joan Baez.
@@azdesertgray5937 That's simply not true, and she would not agree you. Hope you're not so bitter in real life too, it would be such a shame.
Illinca, you're right. No I'm not that bitter (anymore). Joan Baez is my all time favorite and I feel she was hurt by bd. I was trying to stand up for her; she needs no one to stand up for her. I hope I didn't offend you. Oh yes, Happy New Year!!!
Love ..
One of the best of the Best
바에즈님 정말 멋지십니다
사랑해요
I wonder if Bob still has the cufflinks.
He probably does
viviandarkbloom100 😂😂😂
Un cadeau tellement bourgeois...😎 we love you Joan...
진짜 대박이세연~^^🤍
quelle femme sublime , je l ai tjrs adoree
great song
Genius of creation can be stupid. Bob Dylan is certainly one. No one is good psychological conditions would EVER leave this woman. Greetings from Brazil.
Fernando Godoi That´s what I think too. And if he does not regret it then I dont understand even more. In this song you can feel the pain he caused her. Makes me cry. Greetings from the Czech Republic
Thats the power and fascination that Bob can cause on someone. But his true love was Sara,their divorce really broke him. The tragedy in Bob's romantic life is that he connected with Joan on a musical,artistic level but didnt love her. With Sara it was the opposite,he was in love with her but didnt connect,bond with her on an artistic level.Sara wasnt an artist. Bob said that when he started taking painting classes in NY he couldnt share it wih her,it didn't interest her,its not like they talked about it for hours,she wasnt nourishing him on his artistic life. He always felt incomplete in relationships,i believe he is a deeply lonely man,a hermit soul deep down
@@latitudeselongitudes1932 Well, Mountain Man, your understanding was really interesting, it seems you yourself have ever lived this situation, maybe.
@@nurulmaru
Yes,all my life. I am attracted to women physically but i cant connect with them in the emotional,cultural,intellectual and spiritual level. For instance,i love art and my favorite musicians,painters, sculptors,poets,novelists, photographers,movie directors are all men. Women in general bores me to death,their personalities, psychology, attitudes, behaviors, lifestyle, conversations, activities, everything. I feel that lonely and disconnected
I knew Obumma was a fraud when he didn't pick her as his running mate in 2008.
Always Famous and Fantastic!
And I love you all now too I also love you all
Sad song!!! Awesom!!!
Beautiful
Não canso de ouvir!
I love you!!!
Que palabras tan grandes ....
👍
love love love
I love you Joan..........
j'adorrre
❤🎵 wunderschön wie immer❤🎵
Danke liebe Joan
Un monument sans nul doute
fantastic musik
ΤΕΡΑΣΤΙΑ JOAN BAEZ ΣΕ ΛΑΤΡΕΥΩ!!!!!!!!!
Comme Bob aimerait être auprès de vous à l'unisson.. 💖
Hermoso! !!!
Purée cette est fantastique
Une histoire triste. L"opprobre. Le respect s'impose. Clears the air..
Dylan was her true love.
Einfach wunderschön hatte das Glück Sie schon zweimal life zu erleben!
何ていうか「アジ」があるんだよね！大好きなシンガーのひとりです。
ohhhh! elle omit des textes de sa chanson... "the madona was yours for free... Yes the girl on the half-shell would keep you unharmed"... Intentionnel???
+Robert Lafleur Malheureusement, elle oublie souvent des paroles maintenant ! :-s
A mon avis ils lui ont demandé de faire 3min30.
omg
Does she really play the guitar? Or it's just a show? For she and many others.
She plays an accoustic guitar and sings live.
Préfère la version de judas Priest
Euh... C'est elle qui a composé cette chanson
yes
French people do noth understand English 😂
And morons dont know nothing about music .
Not necessary to understand. Just feel it simply
❤ JOAN ..DESDE ARGENTINA 🇦🇷 ✌️
Tan bella ....🙏☮️♥️....desde Argentina 🇦🇷✌️👏