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09/28/2011 12:53:36 PM · #1 |
Check out Bob's latest exploits and decide for yourself.
I don't think I would be too quick to jump the gun and call some of his works copyright violations, but I can easily see how some would and will. Considering previous allegations about 'stolen lyrics', you have to wonder where Bob or anyone else draws the line between creation and inspiration.
The bigger questions, to me, are "what inspires you and what do you do to own your vision?" |
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09/28/2011 01:14:02 PM · #2 |
Her dress is clearly a different color! ;-)
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09/28/2011 01:26:00 PM · #3 |
| Bob Dylan sucks as a musician did u really think he would do any better as an artist? |
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09/28/2011 01:29:40 PM · #4 |
| It seems originality is a rare commodity these days. Especially with the vast influence of the Internet. |
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09/28/2011 01:30:26 PM · #5 |
| More importantly, Genius or Fool? |
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09/28/2011 01:37:02 PM · #6 |
That's insane. Why would he even DO that? He had to know it would cause him grief untold, sheesh. It's not like Dylan's a nobody desperate to break into the public eye or something.
R.
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09/28/2011 01:39:48 PM · #7 |
| well it's kinda his trade mark he did steal lyrics too |
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09/28/2011 01:54:07 PM · #8 |
| It's kind of like paint by numbers. LOL! They have these projectors where you can project the image onto a canvas and paint from there. Of course he can say he put his own spin on it by choosing b&w photos and adding his own colors. I'm just rambling, but when I was young (in the days before the internet), it wasn't unusual to copy famous pictures in an art class. Maybe he really didn't think he was doing anything wrong? |
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09/28/2011 01:58:21 PM · #9 |
Originally posted by Bear_Music:
That's insane. Why would he even DO that? He had to know it would cause him grief untold, sheesh. It's not like Dylan's a nobody desperate to break into the public eye or something.
R. |
Because he's been doing it all along? |
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09/28/2011 02:10:05 PM · #10 |
Originally posted by Kelli:
It's kind of like paint by numbers. LOL! They have these projectors where you can project the image onto a canvas and paint from there. Of course he can say he put his own spin on it by choosing b&w photos and adding his own colors. I'm just rambling, but when I was young (in the days before the internet), it wasn't unusual to copy famous pictures in an art class. Maybe he really didn't think he was doing anything wrong? |
No, of course it wasn't (and isn't) unusual to copy masterworks as part of a course of study. The unusual part is having a gallery show of copies, LOL. And you guys are right, of course, that Dylan's always had a rep as a plagiarist when it comes to songwriting, but that's a field where it's sort of hard to absolutely AVOID plagiarism; I know this from my poetic endeavors. Things kind of sink into your brain then percolate back up later, sometimes much later, and you're not really fully aware (and sometimes not aware at all) that they're not really your words. It's a nightmare for writers, really.
But this is different, this is out-and-out copying of entire works then just recoloring them a bit and saying "Look what a cool artist I am!" and that's fairly pathetic.
I'm musing on Jeff Koons right now in my mind, and how he got crucified for turning a family snapshot into a work of sculpture...
R.
ETA: I'm not saying Dylan wasn't fully aware he was plagiarizing when he was writing songs; from what I know, his attitude was "So what?" I'm just saying that the plagiarization of a few words here and there can happen SO easily, but intentionally projecting and copying and passing off as one's own an entire work of art is something else.
Message edited by author 2011-09-28 14:12:05.
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09/28/2011 02:14:58 PM · #11 |
| omg i want a family sculpture...so when the kid ticks me off i can go gib slap the statue instead of her hahahahaha child abuse prevention tactic #83 |
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09/28/2011 02:40:03 PM · #12 |
Originally posted by bear_music:
...I know this from my poetic endeavors. Things kind of sink into your brain then percolate back up later, sometimes much later, and you're not really fully aware (and sometimes not aware at all) that they're not really your words. It's a nightmare for writers, really. |
the difference is how you handle it when it is pointed out to you. one of my kids's favorite bands, coldplay, was successfully sued for ripping off joe satriani. when it was first pointed out, all they had to do was slap their heads and say, "damn, you're right! i didn't realize that was what was driving me when i wrote it, but you're right. thanks, joe, for the inspiration!" but no, they tried to maintain it was their own and they lost...
Originally posted by bear_music:
But this is different, this is out-and-out copying of entire works then just recoloring them a bit and saying "Look what a cool artist I am!" and that's fairly pathetic. |
i concur! |
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09/28/2011 02:41:44 PM · #13 |
Originally posted by o2bskating:
omg i want a family sculpture...so when the kid ticks me off i can go gib slap the statue instead of her hahahahaha child abuse prevention tactic #83 |
Get one of those inflatable plastic clowns -- weighted at the bottom so when you punch them they rock right back up to take another ... |
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09/28/2011 04:45:13 PM · #14 |
Please oh please let me know who else besides Bob Dylan wrote this. Where was this stolen from? I don't care about his paintings but he is the pre-eminent American songwriter of the past 50 years.
Early one morninâ the sun was shininâ
I was layinâ in bed
Wondârinâ if sheâd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mamaâs homemade dress
Papaâs bankbook wasnât big enough
And I was standinâ on the side of the road
Rain fallinâ on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows Iâve paid some dues gettinâ through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkinâ away
I heard her say over my shoulder
âWeâll meet again someday on the avenueâ
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workinâ for a while on a fishinâ boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was workinâ in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookinâ at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
Iâs just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, âDonât I know your name?â
I muttered somethinâ underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
âI thought youâd never say hello,â she said
âYou look like the silent typeâ
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burninâ coal
Pourinâ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafés at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepinâ on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
So now Iâm goinâ back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
Theyâre an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpentersâ wives
Donât know how it all got started
I donât know what theyâre doinâ with their lives
But me, Iâm still on the road
Headinâ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue
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