Alan Thomson

I contain maltesers

[Julia @PJuvek]

80s time Bob Dylan is when could have truly gotten into him (imagine dreamy Infidels for Christmas ✨) 🩵

And 80s age time did :) 🙏🏻

Don't know from where this clip came but love the honest 'I don't know' - his personality NOW inspires me to be more of my true self

yt woolhall

[Julia @PJuvek]

So, now into this song (not just because of the cool, new-to-me Bob Dylan vocals) - had me at charms :)

Always felt at some previously unknown depth that DFAOMT matters (Infidels 'should this music enter your home' ❤️) just realized the phase is

MUD 😎

CAKE 💙

(short story)

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

@batcountry1980 https://t.co/RQMaTb0Qq1

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

8

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

Ooh wee ride me high Bob Dylan Festival hall December

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

Check out this article: Bob Dylan makes me want to be 80. Or even 85. - https://t.co/BvQJ1EzuxA

[James Dylan Thomson🎭 @dreamingupasong]

I performed The Littleport Martyrs in the watery Fens on the 200 year anniversary of the riots. On the streets and in the village hall of Littleport in 2016. Going back to 1816, that was the year without a summer. I am releasing my song on Spotify and things soon. Keep an eye out

[nightly moth @nightly_moth]

Bob Dylan 2026 UK Tour

Nov 25/BIC Windsor Hall, Bournemouth
Nov 26/bp pulse, Birmingham
Nov 27/Utilita Arena, Sheffield
Nov 30/Opera House, Blackpool
Dec 1/OH, Blackpool
Dec 3/Royal Festival Hall, London
Dec 4/RFH, London
Dec 5/RFH, London
Dec 7/RFH, London
Dec 8/RFH, London

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

July 14, 1881. Sheriff Pat Garrett shot Billy the Kid dead in a pitch black bedroom in New Mexico, and turned a 21 year old into the most famous outlaw America has ever produced. Here is the whole story.

He was not born a cowboy. He was born Henry McCarty, most likely in New York City, to a poor Irish immigrant family. His mother dragged him west chasing a healthier life and died of tuberculosis when he was about 14, leaving him an orphan drifting around mining towns with no money and no one. His very first arrest was for stealing clothes out of a laundry, and he escaped that jail by shimmying up the chimney. He was a fugitive before he could grow a beard.

By 17 he had killed his first man, a bully of a blacksmith who kept shoving him around in an Arizona saloon. He ran to New Mexico, picked up the name William Bonney, and rode straight into the middle of a war. Lincoln County was being torn apart by two rival business factions fighting over money, cattle, and control, and Billy hired on with a young English rancher named John Tunstall who actually treated him decently.

Then they murdered Tunstall. That killing broke something loose in Billy. He joined a posse called the Regulators and went hunting for revenge, gunning down the county sheriff in an ambush and shooting his way out of a five day siege while the house he was in burned down around him. He was a teenager in the middle of a private war.

Here is the part people forget. Billy was charming as hell. He spoke fluent Spanish, was genuinely loved by the Mexican families around Fort Sumner, loved to dance, and was known for laughing and joking constantly. The territorial governor, who was busy writing the novel Ben Hur at the time, secretly met with him and offered him a pardon. The deal collapsed, and Billy slipped away.

That is when Pat Garrett came for him. Garrett caught him, a jury sentenced him to hang, and Billy responded by pulling off maybe the greatest jailbreak in western history. Still in shackles, he somehow got a pistol, killed both of his guards, blew one of them away with the man's own shotgun from a courthouse window, then calmly had someone free his legs and rode out of town singing while the whole city watched. Nobody lifted a finger to stop him.

Three months later Garrett tracked him to Fort Sumner. Late that night Garrett sat in the dark bedroom of a man named Pete Maxwell, quietly asking about Billy's whereabouts. Billy walked in barefoot, carrying a knife, having just gone out to cut some meat. He sensed a shape in the blackness and asked in Spanish, quien es, quien es. Who is it. Garrett answered with two shots. Billy went down without ever knowing who killed him.

The legend detonated instantly. Garrett rushed out a book cashing in on the story and helped sell the myth that Billy had killed 21 men, one for every year of his life. The truth is closer to a handful. But it never mattered. Dime novels, then Hollywood, then a hundred years of American imagination took a scrawny orphan from the New York slums and made him immortal. People refused to even believe he was dead, and imposters claiming to be him popped up for decades. As for Garrett, the man who ended him was himself shot in the back and killed years later, and that case was never really solved.

[Psychedelic Jukebox @60sPsychJukebox]

Jukebox Concert History -July 15th 1978

Bob Dylan performs at the biggest open-air concert in history for a solo artist, playing for over 200,000 at "The Picnic at Blackbushe" at Blackbushe Airport in Hampshire, England.

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

Eel Pie island

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

https://t.co/lsZNiL0Njy
Remember Lorenzo. el mundo entero

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

“One day I was in an elevator with Miles Davis and he said, ‘Hey, do you got a wah wah yet?‘You gotta get a wah wah!’”: Carlos Santana on Miles and McLaughlin, Hendrix and SRV, and his quest for eternal melody | MusicRadar https://t.co/jJWga5lFJp

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

@BernardThoma_ Maggies Farm, or the one where he mentions Neil Young.

[Alan Thomson @misternop]

https://t.co/N3spTPX7VJ

[Bobcat @catandwall]

All the tired horses in the sun
How'm I supposed to get any riding done?