Bob Dylan's song and his persistent campaigning for Carter during the Rolling Thunder Revue tour meant that Rubin Carter's case was brought to the attention of mainstream America. Just two months after the Hurricane II show the New Jersey Supreme Court overturned the Lafayette convictions, ruling that the trial's prosecution withheld evidence favourable to the defendants
A year ago I lost my job, felt sorry for myself for 48 hours and then got back on the bus and started my own phenomenally successful (almost) media consultancy. My latest playlist selection was, I thought, entirely random. But today I realised it's not - it's all about me. Or at least me and work - losing, winning and everything in between.
Born on this day, 24 January 1941, Neil Diamond, singer-songwriter. There's something very nice and warm about Neil Diamond - he's like an old friend, a comfy pair of slippers, he's your favourite uncle. You see, I'm saying all this and I've never even met the guy. But reading about him confirms my thoughts.
Fifty one years ago, Blowin' In The Wind was adopted as some kind of clarion call for an energetic, shackled and questioning youth to stop relying on their elders for answers, to open their eyes to the unfairness around them, to strive to find a different path at the end of which truths would miraculously materialise.
The new 100-strong musicians' letter on behalf of the still-jailed Pussy Riot members Maria Alekhina and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova is a wholly good thing. And it is. It's not about whether I'd listen to music from this enormous body of artists (though I would in a few cases), but ... well, you know what I'm saying. It ain't what you do, it's the way that you do it.
Serious-minded songwriters have returned. Gone is the foul, metastasising era of Stock Aitken and Waterman and their 'Hit Factory', swept aside at long last by a tide of musicians dedicated to making music of depth that resonates with a music-loving public, a public which is awakening from its own bad dream of botox, gussets and 'Zig-a-zig-ah'.
The cold and increasingly long winter nights are drawing in and Christmas is loitering on the not too distant horizon like a giant festive iceberg. This makes it the ideal time of year to take refuge in a warm pub with friends, family, loved ones, strangers, colleagues and people you actively dislike, to relax, drink, chew the proverbial fat and take shelter form the outside world.