By Tony Attwood
This review is one of a number written at the request of a reader. I’m always pleased to oblige in such cases. Just email TonyAttwoodofLondon@gmail.com
Suddenly coming back to Tomorrow is a long time after many years without listening to it, is quite honestly, a shock.
A shock because sometimes (for me at least, and I am sure this is just a failing on my part) it is hard to remember how delicate and gentle Dylan could be – as with the live recording from 12 April 1963 that we have. It is an astonishingly moving performance of an astonishing piece.
But equally listening to the various versions of the song reminded me that Dylan has had a habit of pushing some of his songs to the limit, and then beyond – and the “Rundown Rehearsal” version is an example of this.
The original is a simple piece based around the three standard chords with a picked accompaniment. By the time we get to the Rundown version extra minor chords are added and there are attempts to give the production sudden gravitas through this. But, in my humble opinion, this beautiful, delicate piece is utterly betrayed by this re-working.
For me, the original is complete. You don’t need any more – and you certainly don’t need minor chords. It is a sad delicate piece – like a painting in which a sad man looks into the distance on a beautiful day. You don’t need to paint in the rain to show us he is sad. Dylan doesn’t need to throw in a minor chord – he got it right the first time round.
If you have not heard the song before, or have not heard it in a long old time, start with this version original version (the links are below), make sure the room is quiet, turn off the phones, the children are asleep, your partner is reading a book, put on the headphones and close your eyes and listen.
This recording is so perfect it can’t go any further. Everything else is a reworking going nowhere.
Which is not to say I dismiss the Elvis Presley 1966 recording of the song. As most sites report, Dylan said that Presley’s cover of the song was “the one recording I treasure the most.” Actually some places transmute this into a quote that seems to say that this is the version of this song that Dylan liked best, but I don’t think this is so. Dylan said, as I understand it, that Presley recording one of his songs gave him a recording he treasured the most.
I suppose what makes the song work so utterly, and the reason why the live acoustic version is so perfect, is that the simplicity of the singing and accompaniment provides a perfect contrast with the imagery of the lyrics. Just the opening line “If today was not an endless highway” speaks to anyone who has ever been lonely and sad through the absence of a lover. This is the empty room where the heat pipes just cough.
And if that opening were not powerful enough that opening verse would still be considered a remarkable piece of writing with the way it conveys the inability of the lonely even to find release in sleep. Time simply doesn’t pass.
If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’
Only if she was lyin’ by me
Then I’d lie in my bed once again
Indeed it is possible to argue that the most informative piece of reporting that Heylin gives us in over 1000 pages of text on Dylan is the letter Dylan wrote to his lover…
“It’s just that I’m hating time – I’m trying to … bend it and twist it with gritting teeth and burning eyes…”
It is also interesting that here Dylan abandons rhyme. It returns in the second verse, but the sheer jagged nature of loneliness stops the rhyme in verse one.
But we are forced to move on…
I can’t see my reflection in the waters
I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain
I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps
Or can’t remember the sound of my own name
Dylan also commented on the song itself, saying that he didn’t like the third verse, and that he didn’t feel it was a statement of what he felt. That of course might well be true, but for a song of this nature, the tradition is to reflect more broadly at the end, to give a wider overview, to look beyond the specific and head out into the more generalised feeling so that all of us who are the audience, and not the singer, can take part in the emotion.
To my mind (and I know, who am I to say what is right and what is not, when considering such a beautiful work?) the last verse does work, because it is generalised. It is not about today, it is not about the echo of the singer’s footsteps, it is about the world at large – and that is a valuable conclusion to the piece.
There’s beauty in the silver, singin’ river…
The live recording is available here (you get an advert first, but stay with it, if you don’t have a copy of the album).
and finally, the version I don’t care for, with its forced extra chords and added emotion: The rundown rehearsal