A Contest of Sorts

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Well, while I was playing with my music tonight while saying goodbye to hopes for a friendship with someone I care about, and I came across three versions that I love of a song that I love. So I was thinking. . . what is your favorite version? Here we have Boots of Spanish Leather sung by Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, and Nanci Griffith.



It is hard not to love the original. Dylan's voice is so evocative.



Joan Baez did this song on a wonderful album of Dylan covers. I adore Baez, and while her voice is so much more refined than Dylan's, I think she understands him.



Finally, there is my lovely Nanci Griffith. What can I say about Nanci?

Vote early and vote often! I'd love to hear what you think.

Comments

Mike Golch said…
Great Postings.Thank you for sharing them.
August 3, 2009 at 11:09 PM
Anonymous said…
I can pick one over the others - at least not at 0630!
August 3, 2009 at 11:46 PM
Christine Caver said…
Dylan's version, for me, cannot be bested, though the other two are also great.
August 4, 2009 at 1:30 AM
apathy lounge said…
I love Griffith, but Dylan's the gold standard. Why can't I get an easy question to answer???!!!
August 4, 2009 at 8:58 AM
The Other Laura said…
Nanci Griffith. Nancy Griffith. Nanci Griffith. Nancy Griffith.
August 4, 2009 at 10:09 AM
Karen Jensen said…
Thank you, Laura. I was afraid no one would pick Nanci. Who do I like best? Yes! I cannot pick. I think it depends upon my mood.
August 4, 2009 at 11:09 AM
Unknown said…
I grew up listening to Joan Baez. Her voice is the richest of the bunch. She's got my vote. I've got Nanci's Other Voices, Other Rooms and this was one of my least favorite songs on the CD.

Different versions of songs were one of my father's passions - Robert Johnson or the Rolling Stones "Love in Vain"? which to choose, which to choose ...
August 5, 2009 at 1:26 PM
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