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Johnston hired experienced session musicians, including Charlie McCoy, Wayne Moss, Kenneth Buttrey and Joe South, to play with Dylan. Following unproductive sessions in November 1965 and January 1966, Johnston suggested that Dylan move the location for his next recording session to Nashville, Tennessee. The producer was Bob Johnston who had supervised all the later recording sessions for Highway 61 Revisited in the same studio. Over the years, it became one of Dylan's most performed concert pieces, sometimes with variations in the arrangement.Ī few weeks after the release of his sixth studio album Highway 61 Revisited (1965), Bob Dylan began to record his next album on October 5, 1965, at Columbia Studio A, New York City. The song received acclaim from music critics, several of whom highlighted the playful nature of the track. Consequently, it became controversial, with some commentators labeling it as 'a drug song'. There has been much debate over both the meaning of the title and of the recurrent chorus, 'Everybody must get stoned'. The track was produced by Bob Johnston and features a raucous brass band accompaniment. 'Rainy Day Women #12 & 35' was recorded in one take in Columbia's Nashville, Tennessee, studio with session musicians. A longer version appears as the opening track of Dylan's seventh studio album, Blonde on Blonde (1966), and has been included on several compilation albums. Columbia Records first released an edited version as a single in March 1966, which reached numbers two and seven in the US and UK charts respectively. ' Rainy Day Women #12 & 35' (sometimes referred to erroneously as ' Everybody Must Get Stoned' ) is a song written and recorded by American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan. The substitution of the # is due to technical restrictions. Writer(s): WILLIAMS ANTHONY JAMALLyrics powered by correct title of this article is Rainy Day Women #12 & 35.

RAINY DAYZ LYRIS LICENSE

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