Bob Dylan And Hosea

By Larry Fyffe

Yahweh of the Old Testament employs harsh allegories in His depiction of the inhabitants of the divided Promised Land as though they be two whoring wives He’s married to – Northern Israel and Judea.

Samaria to the north is personified as the elder sister Aholah who sleeps with Assyrians while Judea as Aholibah is even worse by comparison – she also takes on Babylonians, favouring those with cocks the size of a donkey’s:

For she doted upon their paramours
Whose flesh is as the flesh of asses
And whose issue is like the issue of horses

(Ezekiel 23: 20)

In another allegory, Yahweh appears to be  more forgiving toward the northerners prior to their fall to the Assyrians. He orders Hosea, a prophet of doom, to take pesonified prostitute Samaria as his wife, and attempt to reform her worshippers of Baal, the ancient god of rain, wind, and fertility:

And the Lord said to Hosea

"Go take unto thee a wife of whoredoms
And children of whoredoms
For the land hath committed great whoredom
Departing from the Lord"

(Horsea 1:2)

Interpreted it can that the singer/songwriter quoted below takes on the persona of a modern Hosea (Ezekiel be thirteen when he becomes a prophet):

Twelve years old, they put me in a suit
Forced me to marry a prostitute

(Bob Dylan: Key West)

The Judaic God, via the allegory of Hosea, endeavours to be motherly – kindly and lovingly as the symbolic pine tree; faith-filled Ephraim considers Baal a false idol:

Ephraim shall say
What have I to do any more with idols?
I have heard Him, and observed Him
I am like a green fir tree
From me is thy fruit found

(Hosea 14: 8)

God commands Hosea give his unfaithful wife a second chance at reconciliation after the prophet  divorces her:

And she shall follow after her lovers
But she shall not overtake them
And she shall seek them, but shall not find them
Then she shall say, "I will return to my first husband
For then it was better with me than now"

(Hosea 2:7)

Hosea tries again, fails again:
That's my story, but not where it ends
She's still cute, and we're still friends
Down on the bottom, way down in Key West

(Bob Dylan: Key West)

So ‘tough love’ Yahweh let’s the false gods of the Assyrians in:

"And I will visit upon her the days of Baalim
Where on she burned incense to them
And she decked herself with earrings, and her jewels
And she went after her lovers
And forgat me," saith the Lord

(Hosea 2:13)

Take what you have gathered from coincidence:

Key West is under the sun, under the radar, under the gun
You stay to the left, and then you lean to the right
Feel the sunlight on your skin, and the healing virtues of the wind
Key West, Key West is the land of light

(Bob Dylan: Key West)

One  sign points to ‘Judea’; the other to ‘Samaria’.

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Dylan’s once only file: You’re too late and the Old Rock n Roller

by Tony Attwood

(Videos replaced 28 August 2020)

This new series (of which this is the third instalment) takes in songs that Bob has performed once and only once on stage.

Two songs this time – first off “You’re too late” by Lefty Frizzell.

William Orville “Lefty” Frizzell was a songwriter and performer who was popular for ten years or so and had two major hits in 1950.  In this case he wrote the song with Herman P Willis, and Bob played it at Daytona Beach, FL, Jan 29, 1999.  There is a story that Hank Williams wrote this (see the album cover below) but I’m fairly sure this is a  Frizzell original.

Lefty Frizzell was one of those men who didn’t have a long career which brought him loads of money, but his influence was profound, with so many stars of the era citing his influence from Roy Orbison to the Everlys.  Tragically he faded from the public’s after ten years or so and he took to drink, dying aged 47.

But his impact on other singers in terms of how country music could be sung has outlasted him, and he is still remembered by those who have a particular knowledge of this type of music.

This is the original 1954 recording – as I say, forget the cover reproduced below.  Perhaps it got that way as Hank Williams and Lofty did tour together.

If I had someone that's true
It would thrill me through and through
I'd be happy oh so happy night and day
Seems each one has a perfect mate
But for me I'm always late
And it kills my soul to hear my sweetheart say

Too late too late you're too late
I have waited oh so long
But you never did come home
So just go on alone you're too late

I have built my castles high
Just to watch them fade and die
Makes me wonder if I really have a mate
But I'll keep looking o'er the hills
For someone and I always will
But maybe it's just my fate to be too late

Too late too late you're too late
When I search for heaven's door
I hope these words won't ring no more
And a voice say here's a gate but you're too late

His number 1 hit was “Give Me More, More, More (Of Your Kisses),” and Frizzell thereafter had personal problems, arguing a lot, spending the money and eventually falling out of favour.

The second choice this time is Old Rock n Roller performed by Bob on 3 July 1990.

https://youtu.be/GgJ8cNAktzE

He's just an old rock'n'roller playing music in a backstreet bar
And he sings a little flat and he never learned to play the guitar
But he keeps on belting out them rhythm and blues
"Long Tall Sally" and "Blue Suede Shoes"
He never faced the fact that he's never going to be a star
He's just an old rock 'n' roller playing music in a backstreet bar

He had a record in the sixties, it was big enough to go Top Ten
And though he tried and he tried he never could make it happen again
He's been living twenty years on bourbon and pride
Jerry Lee went crazy and Elvis died
Then his third wife left him but he never really thought it would last
And now she ain't nothing but another little blast from the past

But sometimes on a Saturday night when the music and the crowd is having fun
He steps up on the mike with a gleam in his eye
And once again he's twenty-one
And then it's "Be-Bop-A-Lula" and "Heartbreak Hotel"
And "That'll Be The Day"
Then the sweet bird of youth just flies away

He's an earthbound eagle that never did learn how to fly
He ain't never going to make it but he sure did give it a try
So go dye your hair and turn the music up loud
When it's time to go at least you'll go down proud
You ain't never going to be nothing but what you are
Just an old rock 'n' roller playing music in a backstreet bar

And here is the original…

Charlie Daniels was both a session musician and a composer, with his song “It Hurts Me” being recorded by Elvis Presley.

He was friends with Bob Johnston (1932 – 2015) hence the connection with Bob Dylan.  And thereafter he played guitar and bass on Dylan’s 1969 and 1970 recordings, as well as on Leonard Cohen records.  Thereafter he became a producer himself.

He reached the top 10 with “Uneasy rider” and also played violin on a number of albums.  He also had a hit in 1975 with the Charlie Daniels Band, “The South’s Gonna Do it Again, and won a Grammy for “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” which was another top 10 hit and was included in Urban Cowboy.

There is more, more and more – he wrote film scores, guest starred in TV shows, and was inducted into the Grand Ole Opry and the Country Music Hall of Fame.  He died this year (2020) at the age of 83.

Dylan’s Once only file “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” “Blue Moon” “Weeping Willow”

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Wagon Wheel & Sweet Amarillo. Finishing unfinished Bob-bits.

Wagon Wheel (1973)

by Jochen Markhorst

The film Wayne’s World is the debut of Mike Myers and at the time of its release, in 1992, a huge commercial success. The reviews are mostly positive and that’s remarkable; much more than a chain of adolescent jokes, clumsy fluttering and bungling (especially from cult favorite Garth, Dana Carvey) and exaggerated parody nonsense, the film doesn’t really offer. Although… the supporting roles of the overacting Rob Lowe and the way he says literally, the classic headbang scene of course, in that little car on “Bohemian Rhapsody” and Garth’s hilarious playback act with “Foxy Lady” are still irresistible a few decades later. And: that one scene in the music store, the eleven seconds in which Myers stuffs his No Stairway joke, has eternal value. Wayne wants to buy a new guitar, starts playing “Stairway To Heaven”, but the seller intervenes after just two notes and silently points out the prohibition sign: NO STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN.

It’s a joke that meets with a lot of recognition and approval, especially among music store staff, and a joke that leads to an unexpected, profitable byproduct: the signs are a sales hit to this day. Most guitar shops have one nowadays, and on Amazon a faithful copy still is a strong seller ($29.99).

Via a detour, the scene will be just as topical again in 2016, by the way. At the time, the joke causes some surprise because the two or three notes Wayne plays don’t resemble Stairway at all. That has a legal background: the lawyer rabble guarding the rights of Led Zeppelin prohibits the use of “Stairway To Heaven” in the movie, so Mike Myers only plays a few rather random notes

However, in the twenty-first century the heirs of Randy California are trying to prove that Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page stole the melody from “Taurus”, a short instrumental piece from 1968 by Randy’s band Spirit. In the course of the court case it is shown that the melody is much and much older; it can already be found in a baroque piece from 1630, “Sonata di Chitarra, e Violino, con il suo Basso Continuo” from the Italian guitarist/composer Giovanni Battista Granata. Thus, in April 2016 the court rules that the melody belongs to the public domain and can therefore not be claimed by anyone.

It would mean, alert journalists report, that the famous intro may be played with impunity in the event of a possible re-release of Wayne’s World – at least, until the music shop assistant intervenes, of course.

The plagued store staffs have more candidates for such an official ban. “Smoke On The Water”, for example, and “Sweet Home Alabama”, or “Sunshine Of Your Love”… in every guitar shop in the world those intros, in more and less gruesomely mutilated versions, are played a dozen times a day. Still, the next prohibitory sign that is eagerly in demand is not one of the usual suspects.

That would be a ban on playing a Dylan song. And not on one of the obvious everyman’s friends like “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door” or “All Along The Watchtower”, but on the unlikely, by Dylan himself long rejected ditty, “Wagon Wheel”.

“Wagon Wheel”, or “Rock Me Mama (Like A Wagon Wheel)”, as the song is actually called, is again one of those songs with a history that would be unique to any other artist, but is not exceptional in Dylan’s catalogue at all. Songs like “Love Is Just A Four-Letter Word”, “Quinn The Eskimo”, “Farewell, Angelina” or “Stepchild”; (sketches of) songs that were rejected by the master and later picked up and perfected by others could fill a very nice double-cd.

“Rock Me Mama” may be the most unfinished, sketchy snippet in that collection. It can be found on the bootleg Peco’s Blues, a collection of session recordings from January and February 1973 for the soundtrack of Pat Garrett And Billy The Kid. Charming, messy recordings of a reasonable quality, that are historically especially interesting because of the embryonic versions of “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door”, but for the fans the studio talk and the other takes are fun too. And the two versions of “Rock Me Mama”.

On this bootleg the song is attributed to the legend Arthur Crudup, the man to whom we owe Elvis Presley. That’s remarkable. Normally Dylan is not too lenient with granting copyrights to a rightholder, not even if he copies entire text parts, melody lines or complete choruses. On top of that, this song has nothing in common with Crudup’s “Rock Me Mama” from 1944; only the title is the same. And Crudup himself has borrowed it from Big Bill Broonzy’s “Rockin’ Chair Blues” (1940). The wagon wheel metaphor comes from other, even older blues songs. Curtis Jones sings as early as 1939 roll me mama, just like I’m a wagon wheel (“Roll Me Mama”) and Dylan undoubtedly knows B.B. King’s hit “Rock me” from 1964, with the lines roll me baby like you roll a wagon wheel.

Dylan uses about those words for his refrain, he sings it on a very accessible, simple melody, over an equally simple and pleasant chord progression, around it he mumbles some unintelligible sounds and that’s it.

The song has since long been forgotten and covered in dust, when the teenager Ketch Secor, sometime in the 90s, first hears the half-mumbled, unfinished patch of a non-existent song on that bootleg collection.

Teenagers, especially the male ones, are known to have a rather flexible prefrontal cortex, therefore they dare to ride down the hill in shopping carts, jump three floors down from the balcony into the hotel swimming pool and they do not mind messing around with a Dylan song. Ketch adds two great verses to the sketch, and merrily and often plays the song. And still does after he founded a band, the now world-famous Old Crow Medicine Show.

A first time the boys record the song for a self-released EP (Troubles Up And Down The Road, 2001). In 2003 the band scores a record deal and, after copyright has been arranged with Dylan (it shall be fifty-fifty), the song is recorded again, this time as the closing number for the acclaimed, untitled debut album from 2004. It is not a hit, it is not even released on single, but it is picked up. Initially by amateurs, on talent shows, by school bands, in karaoke bars and truck stops – the song is easy to play and has a high sing-along quality – and slowly and surely it seeps through to the higher echelons.

Old Crow Medicine Show – Wagon Wheel: 

 

In 2012 the Irishman Nathan Carter reaches the top of the charts with the single “Wagon Wheel” and the album of the same name. A year later, when Darius Rucker scores a number one hit with it, the song definitively reaches the Great American Songbook. It earns Rucker a Grammy Award (Best Country Solo Performance, 2013) and membership in the Grand Ole Opry.

It does have a small spicy edge, Rucker’s success. Before his solo career, Darius Carlos Rucker has been the face of Hootie & The Blowfish, the band with which he records five albums and sixteen hit singles, tours around the world and sells tens of millions of records (the debut album from 1994, Cracked Rear Window, achieves sixteen times platinum and is the 14th best-selling album of all time). One of the biggest successes is the world hit “Only Wanna Be With You” (1995) and that song leads to a conflict with Dylan. Rucker has plundered Blood On The Tracks a little too enthusiastically. Starting with a chip from “You’re A Big Girl Now”:

Put on a little Dylan
Sitting on a fence

Followed by a big bite from “Idiot Wind”:

Said I shot a man named Gray
Took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky

And in case we still don’t get it, the last verse opens with:

Yeah I'm tangled up in blue

Dylan’s management of Dylan, the thief of thoughts who has a rather double-minded attitude with regard to citing someone else’s work without acknowledging the source, mobilises lawyers, threatens with a copyright infringement indictment and eventually Hootie & The Blowfish settles the case, for an unknown, but undoubtedly substantial amount.

Nevertheless, no hard feelings with Rucker, apparently. With “Wagon Wheel” he lines Dylan’s pockets once again. But it also has an unexpected, negative effect: Rucker’s hit version gives the song a second, huge boost. So much so, in fact, that it becomes after Stairway the second song for which prohibition signs are manufactured, sold and hung by the thousands. This time not in music shops, but in concert halls, pubs and festivals. At Americana festivals, like in New England, No Wagon Wheel zones are set up, T-shirts with the logo fly sell like hot cakes, and students risk guitar shattering when they play it on campus.

Nevertheless, Ketch Secor still likes to play it, with his Old Crow Medicine Show. He is particularly struck by Dylan’s approval and the old master’s next step: in 2014 Dylan gives him another scrap of that 1973 bootleg, “Sweet Amarillo”, and encourages the band to complete that song as well. It gives them their next hit.

On a country channel, CMT News, Secor tells the story behind it. First, he receives an e-mail from Dylan’s manager congratulating him on Ruckers no. 1 hit. A few weeks later there is a package in the bus. It contains a demo recording and a note. From Dylan.

“It’s quite amazing to me. Bob very much cleaned out his dresser drawer and found a scrap and said [in a Dylan voice], “Here, try this.” Just to hear that is the stuff that dreams are made of. I couldn’t even write a script. The audience wouldn’t believe it. “Oh, yeah, then Bob Dylan called and said, ‘OK, finish this song now.’”

So I finished the song with Old Crow, and we sent it back to Bob and he said, “Hey, that sounds great, but I think Ketch should play the fiddle, not the harmonica, and I think the chorus needs to come in at the eighth bar, not the 16th.” We did exactly what Bob said, and it’s like the song sprouted wings and flew.”

He’s still glowing – justifiably – with pride, the lucky Wilbury.

Old Crow Medicine Show – Sweet Amarillo

You might also enjoy:

Wagon Wheel: Untold Dylan’s 500th review which contains the original Dylan sketch of the song.

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Jochen is a regular reviewer of Dylan’s work on Untold.  His books are available via Amazon both in paperback and on Kindle:

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Never Ending Tour, 1992 part 3: All the friends I ever had are gone

By Mike Johnson (Kiwipoet)

At the end of 1992 Dylan released Good as I Been to You, an album of mostly traditional folk songs. The album was well received, better than Under the Red Sky, and he was to follow up in 1993 with World Gone Wrong. These were both solo acoustic albums, and were generally viewed as Dylan returning to his roots, searching for inspiration as the commentators saw it.

One of Dylan’s favourite songs from these albums is ‘Delia’, from World Gone Wrong. ‘Delia’ is one of those songs which seems just made for Dylan; it sounds like a Dylan song, which goes to show how close much of Dylan’s work is to that tradition.

Although it didn’t come out until the following year, Dylan was trying it out in 1992, not as a solo acoustic, but a gently paced full-band ballad. It’s a little gem, this one, with Dylan fully committed to the vocal.

Delia

However, 1992 did see some incomparable solo acoustic performances; the last year, I believe, when Dylan appeared on stage alone with guitar and harmonica. These following acoustic performances are all the more precious for that, but this wasn’t just a last hurrah for the legend; these performances are superlative. He’s not just dusting off his old material but re-exploring it with a passion, feeling his way into the songs as if he’d just written them, trying them out in different ways from one performance to the next.

Let’s start with that mysterious love song ‘Love minus Zero No Limit’. The vocal is so upfront and clear that it sounds like a soundboard, rather than an audience, recording. This one is from the 24th of March. In this case the ragged edge to Dylan’s voice works perfectly.  This one is surely a candidate for one of the NET’s finest moments – at least to date.

Love Minus Zero (A)

In other performances he brings in the harmonica. Hard to kill a legend when offering such legendary performances. Hard to escape a twinge of nostalgia when that harp begins to blow. Masterful vocal. Wonderful to sense a respectful audience. Sorry don’t have the date for this one.

Love Minus Zero (B)

And, just in case you haven’t had enough of that classic song, here’s another knockout performance, this one from the 15th of March.

*Love Minus Zero (C)

Sigh! Sometimes it’s great when Dylan just plays Dylan, no tricks, no great baroque extensions. Just Bob and his genius. Blink for a moment and you’re back in the 1960s.

Here’s ‘Blowin’ in the Wind’ just like it ever was, except that exquisite vocal timing makes it lighter and more peppy than the sixties performances. And that dancing, peppering harmonica!

How many years must some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see

Perhaps we have become so familiar with these lyrics that we can’t hear them anymore, but these rhetorical questions still cut to the heart of the human condition. The quoted lines take us right out onto the streets of our contemporary world where the Black Lives Matter demonstrations are happening. Perhaps it takes such a fresh performance to remind us. Simple it may appear, its questions unanswerable, ‘Blowin’ remains one of Dylan’s greatest songs. And this must be one of his greatest performances of it.

Blowing in the wind

Listening to Dylan’s wonderful acoustic guitar work as he accompanies himself, it occurs to me that we are reaping the benefits of those long hours he was putting in recording ‘Good as I been to You’, alone in his garage. Discovering the guitar parts for those traditional songs seems to have lead to a rediscovery of his own songs and the joys of acoustic performance.

And while deep in the nostalgia of acoustic Legendland, we just can’t afford to get any older without listening to this brisk but cutting performance of ‘Ramona’. Perhaps behind this ‘attack’ song there is a plea for us to live more aware lives, to be aware of the ‘fixtures and forces’ that govern our lives and bring us to grief. Lovers of Dylan the Master Harpist will be in ecstasies over the last minute or so of this performance. Enough said!

Ramona

Ah, very nice, but there is more to come in this acoustic promised land. Like this tender version of ‘Boots of Spanish Leather’, one of Dylan’s earliest separation songs. The song is remarkable for its dialogue, a score for two voices, and the build up of pathos. We feel that the lover will never return, at least not as a lover, and the singer will never get his boots of Spanish leather. Once more, note the gorgeous harp solo, reminiscent of, but more sophisticated than his sixties playing. Don’t the audience just love this! No wonder, it’s a treat.

Boots of Spanish Leather

 

We are so deep in our nostalgia trip now that there is no stopping us. The gentle, intimate and reflective Dylan is irresistible. So there’s nowhere to go but to the equally tender and reflective ‘Girl from the North Country’. I have described this song as one of Dylan’s most pure love songs, as it is free of bitterness and without any ambiguous edges. The song is in itself an exercise in nostalgia, that place beyond tears where we can fondly remember old loves. So once more Dylan throws aside the stadium rocker, which he plays so well, to be his old folkie self again, and deliver this subtle, understated performance.

Girl from the North Country

Of course, the acoustic performance lies at the heart of early sixties protest songs, even songs like ‘John Brown’ which we have only heard in rock versions, probably because it makes such a good rocker. Think back to the 1987 performance with Tom Petty’s band, one of the best ever (see NET 1987), or the version with GE Smith in 1990, another kick-arse rocker. But now we hear it as the acoustic song it must have started as. And what a powerful performance, with the song building to a climax as Dylan wrings everything he can from his sandpaper voice.

John Brown

‘John Brown’ takes us into the world of Dylan’s early sixties protest songs, and perhaps the greatest of those songs, ‘A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall’. This nightmare/hallucination still haunts after all these years, and Dylan certainly hasn’t tired of it yet. Lines that seem so contemporary still jump out at us:

I saw a white man who walked a black dog.

This performance is close to the tempo of the original, perhaps a little faster, and there is some fine acoustic guitar work. Dylan stretches his voice to deliver a performance with more vocal variation than we’re accustomed to with this song. The challenge for many of these long, repetitive songs is to keep up the interest, to build, vocally and musically to that stunning final verse.

I’m a-going back out ’fore the rain starts a-falling
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it, and speak it, and think it, and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinking
But I’ll know my song well before I start singing

I quote these lines in full to remind us of just how good they are, in case we start taking the song for granted. These last lines demonstrate what dramatists call ‘rising action’ – a build towards a final climax, a lyrical momentum that gathers pace as the images flash by. This helps to mitigate the somewhat plodding nature of the original, which might have worked fine in the summer of 1962, when the song was written, but not so well thirty years later.

This is a spirited vocal – just a pity he had to leave off those last two lines, suggesting that he didn’t know his song so well before he started singing.

Hard Rain

Note that while this is acoustic, it is not Dylan alone onstage. I think I can detect two other guitars at work. It starts off sounding solo, but it isn’t, not quite.

Same applies to that other iconic song, that ode to escapism, ‘Mr Tambourine Man’, which remains acoustic but slowly brings in the rest of the band, drums and all. This performance clips along a little too fast for me, but the extra pace makes for some nifty guitar work and a suitably squeaky harp break. Pity about the loudmouth in the audience who comes so close to wrecking the experience of the song that I almost left it out.

Still, part of the experience of listening to these audience recordings is hearing the response of the audience, in this case a little too positive. Much depends on who was near the recorder at the time.

Mr Tambourine man

Another track from side B of Bringing it all Back Home (1964) that we have been closely following is ‘Gates of Eden’, that classic symbolist song that never seems to lose its mystery. We have heard some very fine performances of this song, particularly the 1988 version (See NET 1988, part 1). This performance is not likely to go down as anyone’s favourite owing to Dylan’s scratchy, nasal performance, but the rapid strumming and faster pace, which seems to be a feature of 1992, keeps it interesting.

Gates of Eden

I’d like to pause for a moment here to note that both these songs offer some picture of their creator. In Mr Tambourine Man we find this:

And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time
It's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind
It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing

The ‘ragged clown’, I would suggest, is a perfect image for the Dylan who wrote this song. Those skipping reels of rhyme aptly describe the song itself. Those critics of Dylan’s shift from his ‘protest songs’ to his ‘symbolist songs’ might well agree that the man had given up the good fight in favour of chasing shadows.

In Gates of Eden we get a different formulation:

And I try to harmonise with songs
the lonesome sparrow sings

‘The lonesome sparrow’, I would suggest, is a perfect image for the Dylan who wrote ‘Gates of Eden’, as it is more cryptic and Zen-like than the ‘Tambourine’ quote. And ‘Gates’ ends on a suitably cryptic, Zen-like note:

Sometimes I think there are no words
But these to say what’s true…

These lines should be my cue to exit this post, as I’ve hit the word limit, but I still have a couple of these acoustic performances to go. So, I’m going to unceremoniously jam them in at the end here. They are both songs we will return to. Guitar driven performances of ‘Desolation Row’ and ‘It Ain’t Me Babe.’

Desolation Row

It Ain’t Me Babe

Stay safe from the ravaging plague, and I’ll be back soon with the final part of this survey of the NET, 1992.

Kia Ora

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Untold Dylan is written by people who want to write for Untold Dylan.  It is simply a forum for those interested in the work of the most famous, influential and recognised popular musician and poet of our era, to read about, listen to and express their thoughts on, his lyrics and music.

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Bob Dylan: Symbolism Of The Weeping Willow Tree

by Larry Fyffe

Keeping to his lusty character, Zeus, the Olympian God of Thunder (who’s overthrown the gigantic Titan Saturn) falls in love with a tree dryad; in a fit of jealousy Hera, the wife of Zeus, transforms the dryad temporarily into a tree; Zeus, who’s in human form, decides to impress the dryad – the Thunder God reveals to her that he’s now the big god. Not to be outdone Hera makes the dryad’s change permanent. The tree spirit cries, her limbs droop. Venus, the Goddess of Love, sees to it that the Weeping Willow spreads far and wide across the land. The willow tree becomes a symbol of sadness, but also of flexibility and regeneration.

Symbolism that’s depicted in the song below:

Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will remember me

(Carter Family: Weeping Willow Tree ~ traditional)

The narrator in the following song lyrics takes a tough view in regards to life’s sorrows:

I say to the willow tree, "Don't weep for me"
I'm saying to hell with all the things I used to be
Well, I get into trouble, then I hit the wall
No place to turn, no place at all

(Bob Dylan: My Own Version Of You)

As the listener is made aware in the lyrics below, the God of Thunder has human emotions, and cries hyperbolic conceits of teardrops, even though, of course, a god cannot die:

Now, I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
And I'm gonna sit right here until I die

(Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash: Big River ~ Johnny Cash)

The willow used as an objective correlative in the song lyics below:

Well, that weeping willow, mourning like a dove
Weeping like a mourning dove
There's a gal in the country that I sure do love

(Bob Dylan: Weeping Willow ~ Fuller/Doherty)

As such in the following song, the sad-eyed willow fails to regenerate:

Once upon a hill
We sat beneath a willow tree
Counting all the stars, and waiting for the dawn
But that was once upon a time
And now the tree is gone

(Bob Dylan: Once Upon A Time ~ Strouse/Adams)

Below, no longer is the tree flexible:

Well, I just reached  place
Where the willow don't bend
There's no more to be said
It's the top of the end
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone

Bob Dylan: I’m Going, I’m Going, I’m Gone

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Bob Dylan 1997/8: that oh so very, very clear theme

The full index for this series appears here.

The most recent articles covering this decade 1990s

By Tony Attwood

For Bob, the decade of the 1990s was a time of total change.  It started off with gusto in 1990, trying to show that the world had indeed gone wrong by utilising themes from children’s songs to reveal the forthcoming catastrophe, before delivering some bits and pieces for the Wilburys to play with.

And then he took a gap year.  Well actually five gaps years, in which he wrote a few lyrics (although some argue even these four sets of words were actually written in the 80s, and indeed maybe they were.  I only put them in the gap years because others say they came from that time, and without them the era looks so bleak and empty).

So the nineties became a period in which Bob stopped writing completely, and ramped up the Never Ending Tour.

Those four sets of lyrics that are noted in some commentaries as dating from 1995 and they… well, express a man confused, lost, and wishing he wasn’t.  The recording we have of Well well well is superb and worth a listen, otherwise… you decide.

But my take on this is that all these songs were originally written (or at least Dylan’s input into the songs was completed) in 1984 while Dylan was writing songs for Empire Burlesque.  I’ve listed them again here simply because some commentaries could lead you to 1995.    For details of 1984 please see here.

Then suddenly the master songwriter was back, and how, with 1996 not just including ten songs, but having in the midst of those songs Mississippi and Not Dark Yet.   I mean how totally utterly brilliant do you want a songwriter to be?

The themes were lost love, emptiness, moving on, being disconnected from the world, drifting, dying, love as a hopeless myth, and the darkness.  Oh yes, there is a lot of darkness.

They were all going into the album, but the album was not yet complete, and so with perfect logic, in 1997 Bob finished the album with

Of course there may have been more, the songs he wrote but rejected for the album, but if so, we haven’t been given a chance to listen.

And as I have suggested before, the fact that the first song on the album was the last song written suggests that the concept of loss and sinking deeper emerged as he wrote the pieces; it wasn’t there at the start.   I’d guess that he started writing them, realised the journey the songs described and then filled in the gaps.

The traditional pop rock album starts with an upbeat song, and then has a ballad in track two.  Of course Bob never goes by the book, and in starting this album with “Love Sick” he delivers the most amazing opening to an album I have ever heard – and one that I can’t imagine any other composer getting away with.  Just consider this afresh, opening an album with

I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping.

Indeed the songs composed over these two years are contrasts ranging from

I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I was all right ’til I fell in love with you

To

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

And this whole, amazing, incredible, journey of sheer genius started with

I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping.

The total contradiction is overwhelming and so extraordinarily powerful, these songs almost seem to defy description.

I am not in the group that thinks “Feel my love” is a mistake for this album or in any way an inferior song.  If I had written it, and never written anything else, I’d spend every day walking around saying to people “I wrote that”.   Of course, I’d probably get carried off to a hospital at the same time, but even so…

Dylan is offering us both sides of love – the total and utter despair and the overwhelming yearning to express love.

This is the world in which one is conscious of love and lost love, but also, utterly improbably, a world in which one can distance oneself from those emotions.  Indeed I would say it is not surprising that having written this staggering collection of songs Bob stopped.  In 1998 he wrote nothing.  Although that might have been a ploy to get us to forget him, for in 1999 he wrote the song that got him the Oscar: Things have Changed – the song that “doesn’t pussyfoot around or turn a blind eye to human nature”.

The opening…

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind

makes it clear – I am isolated, I have no idea where I am going.  The past has not yet happened.  We know nothing, except we know the world really has gone wrong.

And what of love and lost love, those concepts which dominated Dylan’s writing for song long?   Well, we might care to remember that by 1977 Dylan had written 56 songs of love and desire, and 43 songs of lost love.

And now?

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street

Now there is no lost love, because there is no love, not in the real sense.  And as for that period where he tried to get his message across by using themes from nursery rhymes and children’s stories, well, well…

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I’m not that eager to make a mistake

Farewell old songs, indeed.  As I said (I thought rather cleverly but everyone wrote in telling me I’d written the last paragraph twice)

And the music continues, using its three chord routine with simple accompaniment. The singer doesn’t get excited. There is a continuum. It is just that the continuum doesn’t make a blind bit of sense.

And the music continues, using its three chord routine with simple accompaniment. The singer doesn’t get excited. There is a continuum. It is just that the continuum doesn’t make a blind bit of sense.

A work of stunning genius.  A work so utterly worth waiting for.

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Untold Dylan is written by people who want to write for Untold Dylan.  It is simply a forum for those interested in the work of the most famous, influential and recognised popular musician and poet of our era, to read about, listen to and express their thoughts on, his lyrics and music.

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Rough and Rowdy Ways: Part 5; disc 2

by Stephen Scobie

Previously in this series

“Murder Most Foul”

As has been widely acknowledged, the title comes from Hamlet: Act One Scene Five.  Hamlet confronts his father’s Ghost.  The Ghost enjoins him: “Revenge my foul and most unnatural murder.”  Shocked, Hamlet exclaims “Murder!” and the Ghost drives the point home: “Murder most foul, as in the best it is, /But this most foul, strange and unnatural.”  “Foul” – three times in three lines.  Not just murder, but something unnatural.  What the Ghost is hinting at, but even he dare not say it, is incest.  If Gertrude became Claudius’ mistress when still married to his brother, then she is guilty of incest – foul and unnatural.

Yet the Ghost goes on to admonish Hamlet to do nothing against his mother – which puts him in an impossible position.  He cannot make any public accusation against Claudius, since that would implicate Gertrude too,  So the only way Hamlet can revenge his father is by acting in secret, by pursuing his revenge privately.   And that is the one thing that Hamlet cannot bring himself to do.  Hence his famous delay, his inability to act.

Hamlet’s tragedy is that fate places him in the one situation in which his finest qualities conspire against him.  He knows that an essential part of civilisation is that the state assume a monopoly of violence: that “blood feuds” are settled by law, not by private violence. Yet the Ghost’s instructions are pushing him back to the role of Revenger, which he cannot assume.  And this is the sticking point that Dylan comes back to in RRW, again and again, in all the references to private violence, which he (or his narrator) appears to indulge with such relish.

‘Twas a dark day in Dallas

Personal disclosure required.  I don’t see how you can react to this song without taking a position on all the conspiracy theories around Kennedy’s assassination.  On the one hand, I have never been a big fan of conspiracy theories, whose promoters decidedly tend towards being nuts.  On the other hand, I have never been fully convinced by Oswald-as-lone-assassin.  Dylan (or the speaker of this song) is clearly convinced that Kennedy died because of some conspiracy, and I am prepared to accept that as the narrative basis of the song.  But I will not go through “Murder Most Foul” in as much source-hunting detail as I have done with the nine previous songs.  If you want footnotes on “Dealey Plaza” or “Zapruder,” there are plenty of places you can find them.  “Conspiracy” includes “piracy.”

Similarly, I am not going to try to comment on every reference or dropped name in this song.  As Eyolf Ostrem says, in an excellent on-line review,

“I see them as a whole …where a seemingly endless row of characters pass before our eyes  and ears in a procession. One by one they step into the light before they recede into the      multitude again, but the remaining impression is that of the procession itself, not of the individual participant.”

So I will highlight a few references, but make no attempt at completeness.  However, looking at the vast array of works listed in the second half of this song, and asking who gets in and who gets left out, there are a few general comments I want to make.

The immediate critical consensus was that the works listed in the second half of the song were in some way a cure, a counterbalance to the deeply pessimistic view of American culture brought on by the Kennedy assassination.  So, to be blunt, who gets in and who gets left out?  And let’s focus first on who gets left out.

The list is confined to music and movies.  No novelists.  No poets.  No painters.

The majority of songs referred to come from before 1963: in other words, they are songs which JFK himself could plausibly have heard and enjoyed.  There are a few exceptions: The Who, The Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, and of course Wolfman Jack.  I find it hard to explain these exceptions, but the general principle holds.  If the musical tradition is to be advanced as a redemption of our current cultural malaise, then it is a tradition which more or less predated Kennedy’s death.

And there is no mention at all of folk/protest music of the 1960s.  A passing mention of Tom Dooley; possibly Jean Redpath.  Woody Guthrie is not mentioned by name, but by the title of one of his songs.  No Pete Seeger.  No Joan Baez.  No “We Shall Overcome.”

Wait a minute, boys

This is a common phrase, and needs no “source,” but a surprising number of Dylan followers have jumped to its use in “Hurricane” (1975).

We’ve already got somebody here to take your place

The most direct statement in the song of conspiracy theories implicating LBJ.

Wolfman

Wolfman Jack was the most famous radio DJ of the early 70s, culminating in his semi-fictitious portrait of himself in George Lucas’s American Graffiti (1973).

Hush, little children… The Beatles are coming, they’re gonna hold your hand

“I Wanna Hold Your Hand” was one of the first Beatles mega-hits.  Dylan casts them in an innocuous role: “hold your hand” like a parent rather than a boyfriend.  Again, unlike “them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones” (though I do remember some of my more subversive fellow students singing it as “I wanna hold your gland”).

Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat

Another innocuous Liverpool group, Gerry and the Pacemakers, immediately followed by another stab of vengeance.

Woodstock… Altamont….

Emblematic moments, high and low, for the 1967 Summer of Love.  Dylan actually attended neither.

Good times….
   It sure takes a lot of gall
   to rhyme
   Let the good times roll
   with
   Grassy knoll
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street

Elm Street, Dallas, is the actual location of Kennedy’s assassination.  A white cross in the roadway marks the exact spot at which he was hit.  In 1984, Nightmare on Elms Street was the first of a series of highly successful horror movies.  In the next line, Dylan puns on the name in “Deep Elem Blues,” a traditional American song, widely recorded, by everyone from The Grateful Dead to Dylan himself (in 1962),

Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn

Last line of Gone with the Wind (1939).  Actually, in the movie Gable says “my dear,” not “Scarlett”; he also, to placate censors, laid the stress on “give,” not “damn.”

That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I’m just a patsy, like Patsy Cline….
Got blood in my eye….

 OK, now the references are coming thick and fast, it’s hard to keep up with them.  The “magic bullet” is the description for one of the shots that killed Kennedy; for conspiracy theorists, it is “magic” because, in order to inflict the wounds in a way consistent with the demands of the single assassin scenario, it would have had to behave in ways that, forensically, seem highly unlikely. Dylan then offers a black joke on the double meaning of “gone to my head,” followed by an even nastier twist on the name of country singer Patsy Cline.  But it was Oswald, not Kennedy, who said, “I’m just a patsy.”  So who is the singer here?  “my head” is Kennedy; but “patsy” is Oswald.  Then we are back to “blood in my eye,” which sure sounds like Kennedy, except that it’s also the title of a 1974 song by the Mississippi Sheiks, memorably covered, in 1993, by Bob Dylan.

I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay

Whatever one’s views on the conspiracy theory of the Kennedy assassination, most people will agree that it was a shattering moment, and that nothing in American political or cultural life has been the same since.  In recent years, Bob Dylan’s world view has perceptibly darkened.  He sees his nation in a “slow decay”; he sees us living in a “World gone wrong.”  Maybe all that’s left is the music.

Wolfman Jack, he’s speaking in tongues
He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mister Wolfman Jack
Play it to me in my long Cadillac

 Way back at the beginning, third verse of the first song, Dylan had pictured himself in a “Red Cadillac”; earlier in this song, it’s a “long black” Cadillac; historically, it was navy blue, repainted black later.  It was, with deepest irony, a Lincoln.  It seems to be JFK who is calling in requests as the Wolfman goes on and on.  The list has now more or less consumed the song.

If you want to remember, you better write down the names.

And they come, thick and fast, going on and on.  Oscar Peterson, Stan Getz, Charlie Parker, Jelly Roll Morton, Bud Powell….  You see what Ostrem means by “the procession itself, not  the individual participant.”

“Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”

The classic version is by Nina Simone, but there is also a fine performance by Eric Burdon and the Animals, who had stunned Dylan with their version of “House of the Rising Sun.”

Far away down Gower Avenue

Personal confession: for many years, I misheard this as “your avenue,” and even built whole interpretations on that mishearing.  Although Dylan here associates the phrase with The Eagles and Carl Wilson, it is actually by Warren Zevon, during the inspired fade-out of “Desperadoes under the Eaves.”  The omission of Zevon’s name here is all the more surprising because Dylan was a great admirer of Zevon, playing several of his songs in concert after his death.

Take me back to Tulsa, to the scene of the crime

The most obvious “crime” associated with Tulsa is the infamous race riot in 1921, where as many as 300 Blacks were killed by white mobs.  More recently, it has become the home for major archives and study centers devoted to Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan.  Of course, Dylan may also have been thinking about  Gene Pitney’s 1963 hit “24 Hours from Tulsa.”

Birdman of Alcatraz

Probably best known now by the 1962 film, starring Burt Lancaster and directed by John Frankenheimer.

Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd

 Two of the biggest silent screen comedians – but curiously no mention of the biggest of them all, with whom the early Dylan was often compared: Charlie Chaplin.

Play “Pretty Boy Floyd”

Epitome of the American “good outlaw,” the Robin Hood figure who steals from the rich to give to the poor.  Immortalised in song by Woody Guthrie.  The 1988 tribute album A Vision Shared features a fine performance of “Pretty Boy Floyd” by Bob Dylan.

Play “Down in the boondocks” for Terry Malloy

 “Down in the boondocks” is the first in a series of “Down in… “ locations for Key West in the previous song.  It’s the title of a 1965 song, written by Joe South, sung by Billy Joe Royal, and containing, so one web site informs me, a “sampling” from Gene Pitney’s “24 Hours from Tulsa”!  Terry Malloy is the name of the character played by Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront, directed by Elia Kazan (1954).  At the end of the film, he gets spectacularly beaten up, which was somewhat of a Brando specialty.  It is Brando’s second appearance on RRW, after “My Own Version of You.” Again, the choice is a bit odd: Keaton, but not Chaplin; Brando, but not James Dean.

Merchant of Venice…
Play “Stella by Starlight” for Lady Macbeth

Shakespeare again, bookending his earlier appearances.  I’m afraid I don’t see any special relevance in Merchant of Venice, but Lady Macbeth is more promising.  The song “Stella by Starlight,” by Victor Young was written for a 1944 haunted-house ghost movie called The Uninvited.  Lady Macbeth has to deal with ghosts, uninvited guests at a banquet, and, of course, the assassination of a political leader.

Was a hard act to follow, second to none

“Second to none” reappears from “False Prophet,” where Dylan ascribes it to himself, his own status.  Here, though, it pictures the assassination itself as a theatrical “act,” which will be hard to follow – except, of course, that the JFK killing was followed, in that fatal series of initials: JFK, RFK, MLK.  And the sinister conspirators have just assured the dying President that we’ll get them as well.

Memphis in June

1945 song by Hoagy Carmichael.  Previously quoted by Dylan in “Tight Connection to My Heart” (1985).

Play Moonlight Sonata in F Sharp

In the first song on the album, Dylan did promise to play Beethoven Sonatas.  This one would be especially challenging, since it’s in C Minor.

“Dumbarton’s Drums”

A traditional Scottish folk song, and indeed the closest this list comes to 1960s “folk.”  Dylan may have learned it from Jean Redpath, whose exquisite version can be found on You Tube.  Redpath was a young Scottish singer who hung around Greenwich Village in 1961-62.  Dylan biographer Ian Bell tactfully observes that the two of them “briefly become more than friends.”

But what  are Dumbarton’s drums doing here, wedged in between two references to the American Civil War?

Play “Marching through Georgia”….
Play “The Blood Stained Banner”….

As if carefully balancing sides, Dylan gives us one image from the North and one from the South.  “Marching through Georgia” celebrates Sherman’s decisive victory over the Confederate army – the ultimate triumph of Old Fuss and Feathers, as celebrated in “Mother of Muses.” ”The Blood Stained Banner” is an actual flag, the last of several designs used by the Confederate States of America.  It was the subject of a 1990 song unabashedly celebrating the Confederate cause, written by Phil Driscoll.  If you follow that name on You Tube, you will discover a rather splendid 8-minute version of Dylan’s “Serve Somebody.”

Dylan has long been interested in the Civil War, describing it in Chronicles as the “all-embracing template  behind everything that I would write.”  So it is only fitting that these two references should be the final context in which he places the life, and death, of an American President.

…. Play “Murder Most Foul”

So the last song on the list, the last song that Dylan asks the Wolfman to play for the dying President, is the song we have just been listening to, for almost 17 minutes, on its separate CD.  “Murder Most Foul.”  No wonder records, tapes, and discs have always been circular.  Repetition is their essence, going round and coming round.  Time to start again: “Today and tomorrow and yesterday too.”  Where will the circle take us this time?

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Imagine being able to play any Dylan song on a guitar – straight away

 

By Tony Attwood

If you are a regular reader of Untold Dylan, you’ll know that one of the things we like to do in the reviews is comment on the musical structure as much as the lyrics.

But, of course, I know it can be most frustrating when I start rambling on in one of my reviews about the unusual chords and rhythms Bob uses in a particular piece.  Especially if you’re wanting to play along but don’t know a particular chord, or haven’t got the rhythm or melody in your head.

I’ve never known how to resolve this on the website until seeing the Chordify website, which provides the technological answer.

Quite simply you type in the name of the song you want to play along with, and it brings up a screen which shows the guitar chords, with the graphic layout in case it is a chord that is unfamiliar to you.

Then you click on the recording of the song (top right in the screen), it starts playing, and the chords being used, complete with the finger positions, move across the screen.  You hear the music, see the chords and can play along at the same time.

I really haven’t seen anything like this before (and in case you are interested there are thousands of songs by many other artists also on the site), and I really do think it is a great idea.

Better still, it allows you free access, so if there is a song you want to play, just type in the name of the song, and you are there, ready to go.

You can also upload your own songs to the service so that you have a record of what you have done, and can share it with other people – which is particularly helpful if you are in a band.

The site is at https://chordify.net/ and I really do recommend it for anyone who wants to play a song and can’t quite get the rhythm or is not fully familiar with all the chords within the song.  Also, if you are a parent with a son or daughter at home wanting to get to grips with the guitar, this is really going to make it much easier for them to learn, and more likely that they will continue.

And just in case you are not yet convinced, there is one other link I would suggest – not least because I got so carried away with using the main part of the program I didn’t get around to looking at what else is on the site until some time later.

When you’ve finished looking at what is available through the link above go to https://chordify.net/pages/ – and there you will see four more options.  The one that particularly fascinated me was “Academy”.  I won’t spoil it for you by spelling out what is there, but if you are going on the site do spend a moment on that link.  I think you might well enjoy it.

As you may know we don’t recommend other websites very often on Untold Dylan, but this one I did enjoy, and I do hope it resolves any issues that have arisen when I start rambling on about Bdim or F#m7.

Have fun!

 

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Shot of Love, from the father of the blues to those Devilish Double Dylans

Shot Of Love (1981)

by Jochen Markhorst

Chaos is a 2005 American crime thriller that does not make it to the American cinemas and is only distributed direct-to-DVD in 2008. Strange; it is a layered action film with a surprisingly intelligent plot and superior acting by Wesley Snipes as the bad guy.

The lead role is for English action hero Jason Statham, who plays Quentin Conners, a suspended detective from the Seattle PD – unjustly suspended, but he’ll now have his glorious revenge, of course.

Statham’s English background and grammar school past has, obviously, no connection whatsoever with the discarded policeman on the American West Coast he portrays in this film, but is still revealed, after forty minutes in the story. He has caught Gina, the girlfriend of one of the fugitive thugs, and sits down with her at the police station, in the interrogation room.

Det. Conners: This isn’t possession or solicitation, Gina. This is felony murder one. If you’re protecting him, you’d get life.
Gina Lopez: I didn’t do nothing.
Det. Conners: It’s “I didn’t do anything.” “Didn’t do nothing” is a double negative, infers the positive. [to himself] The grammar in this country’s terrible.

Statham is not really a great actor, but the tired disdain with which he speaks these words is very convincing. And then Gina makes only one mistake. Imagine how depressed Jason would have been if director Tony Giglio had chosen Dylan’s “Shot Of Love” for the soundtrack:

I don’t need no alibi when I’m spending time with you
I’ve heard all of them rumors and you have heard ’em too
Don’t show me no picture show or give me no book to read
It don’t satisfy the hurt inside nor the habit that it feeds

Terrible grammar, though we don’t have to doubt Dylan’s language skills. The double negatives the song poet here uses as a stylistic figure, as a language trick to place the song in a tradition. In this case in the blues tradition, the same tradition that prevents The Stones from singing “I Can’t Get Any Satisfaction” and has Pink Floyd singing We don’t need no education – and a very young Dylan Ain’t gonna grieve no more, an adult Dylan when you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose and a very old Dylan I ain’t no false prophet.

Going back, all of them, to the Big Bang of Blues, to W. C. Handy and his “jazzman’s Hamlet,” to “St. Louis Blues.”

W.C. Handy writes the song in 1914 and it is still played by everyone in the jazz and blues world today. The version inducted into the Grammy Hall Of Fame in 1993 is Bessie Smith’s version with Louis Armstrong on trumpet from 1925:

Now dat gypsy tole her, don't you wear no black
She done tole her, don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back

In Chapter 9 (“St. Louis Blues and Solvent Bank”) of his superb, compelling autobiography Father Of The Blues (1941) Handy describes the song’s impact on the dance floor and on his band, but especially on himself:

“Well, they say that life begins at forty – I wouldn’t know – but I was forty the year St. Louis Blues was composed, and ever since then my life has, in one sense at least, revolved around that composition.”

This is true on several fronts; the actual Big Bang of the Blues, “Memphis Blues”, Handy may have written before this song, but the musical genius is not yet as gifted on a business level and sells the rights for $100 – together with Decca Records’ rejection of The Beatles in 1962 one of the bigger blunders of the twentieth century. But W.C. learns from it and so the next hit, “St. Louis Blues”, is and remains his. It will be a goose that lays a golden egg every year for the rest of his life. Still in his dying year 1958, forty-two years after he wrote the song, $25,000 in royalties is transferred to him for this song alone (the equivalent of over two hundred grand today).

Louis Armstrong & Bessie Smith – St. Louis Blues (1954 version)

By chance, Dylan is forty too, when he writes a “composition around which ever since my life revolves”, when he writes “Shot Of Love”; he apparently experiences a similar semi-superstitious, age-related insight as Handy. The famous words from the interview with Martin Killer (New Musical Express, 1983) in any case bear witness to an identical, all-decisive weight:

“To those who care now where Bob Dylan is at, they should listen to “Shot Of Love” off the Shot Of Love album. It’s my most perfect song. It defines where I am at spiritually, musically, romantically and whatever else. It shows where my sympathies lie. No need to wonder if I’m this or that. I’m not hiding anything. It’s all there in that one song.”

“My most perfect song” … very big words. Well alright, should they have been spoken by, say, a Justin Bieber or a Beyoncé, you could still go along with them. But they are spoken by Bob Dylan, on July 5, 1983, at a time in art history when “Visions Of Johanna”, “Like A Rolling Stone” and “Tangled Up In Blue” have long since been written, not to mention the hundred other Dylan songs that any neutral music critic will value higher than “Shot Of Love”. July 1983… two months after he recorded “Blind Willie McTell”, “Foot Of Pride” and “Jokerman”, for example.

Yeah well. “I’ve been asked: ‘So how come you’re such a bad judge of your material?’” Dylan recalls, clearly disagreeing with the hidden premise therein, during the press conference in Rome, 2001 – but he still can’t think of an answer to the suggestive question he himself poses there.

A second line to W.C. Handy, a line that does hold, is his sense of language and the importance he attributes to it. The right words are decisive, but, just as with Dylan, not so much for reasons of content – no, for the “colour”, for the sound of the song the right words are decisive;

“The question of language was a very real problem at the time I wrote St. Louis Blues. Negro intellectuals were turning from dialect in poetry as employed by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. I couldn’t follow them, for I felt then, as I feel now, that certain words of Negro dialect are more musical and more expressive than pure English.”

Handy illustrates his conviction with an amusing, but also somewhat abrasive anecdote from 1915. An unnamed “white musician” openly doubts Handy’s ability to read music, let alone write. “Name any classical melody,” Handy answers, “and I’ll give it a Negro setting.” The white musician challenges him with Schubert’s “Serenade” (the English name for Ständchen, D. 889), which Handy promptly edits into “Shoeboot’s Serenade”, with lyrics to it:

I woke up this morning with the Blues all ’round my bed
Thinking about what you, my baby, said.
Do say the word and give my poor heart ease,
The Blues ain’t nothing but a fatal heart disease;
I’m going to leave this town just to wear you off my mind;
Can’t sleep for dreaming, can’t laugh for crying.
So in the moonlight, Shoeboot played
This little Serenade.

… with deliberate grammatical and syntactic errors, but bursting with astonishing melodic and musical discoveries – like the opening, which will become the template for blues songs “I woke up this morning” – and the lyrical power of the double negation in the blues ain’t nothing but a fatal heart disease.

Nevertheless, Handy is not too proud of this particular song. Or so it seems, anyway: in his autobiography he mentions this song only once. Still, each one of the three verses has more poetic hits than all six verses of Dylan’s “Shot Of Love” put together. Alone Handy’s opening line Shoeboot Reader was the leader of a colored band has more infectious rhythm, is more melodic and narratively more exciting than any of the verses in “Shot Of Love” – and undoubtedly, the Nobel laureate would see that too.

Dylan’s song seems at least initially inspired by Moon Martin’s “Bad Case Of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)”. The lyrics then are set up as a “list-song”, a style form the bard often chooses (“Gotta Serve Somebody”, “Everything Is Broken”, “Blowin’ In The Wind”, to name but a few – in Dylan’s catalogue you can find about fifteen to thirty, depending on your definition).

“Shot Of Love” doesn’t really stand out positively within that selection – most of the verse lines just aren’t that strong. Partly absurd (like Don’t need a shot of codeine to help me to repent), partly clumsy (“no book satisfies the habit it feeds”?), partly, well… powerless, adolescent poetry is, unfortunately, a striking disqualification for verses like You’ve only murdered my father, raped his wife and what makes the wind wanna blow tonight?

Just as unsatisfying are the two Bible references. One is empty (“I seen the kingdoms of the world”), the other incorrect, or incomprehensible: “It’s just bound to kill me dead like the men that followed Jesus when they put a price upon His head.”

No, Dylan’s outspoken satisfaction will mainly be due to the sound, which indeed is spectacular. Sound also is a long, captivating topic of conversation in the very entertaining interview Bono is doing for an Irish music magazine, Hot Press, in 1984. Bono believes in the importance of the room, the space for the right sound, and explains how the German producer Conny Plank always uses the sound of the recording room. And then “Shot Of Love” comes up:

Dylan: Yeah, you’d make an album in three days or four days and it was over—if that many! It’s that long now… it takes four days to get a drum sound.
Bono: […] But you can’t go backwards, you must go forward. You try to bring the values that were back there, you know, the strength, and if you see something that was lost, you got to find a new way to capture that same strength. Have you any idea of how to do that? I think you’ve done it by the way… I think Shot of Love, that opening track has that.
Dylan: I think so too. You’re one of the few people to say that to me about that record, to mention that record to me.
Bono: That has that feeling.
Dylan: It’s a great record, it suits just about everybody.
Bono: The sound from that record makes me feel like I’m in the same room as the other
musicians. I don’t feel like they’re over there.

It is the only song on the album produced by the legendary Bumps Blackwell (Little Richard, Ray Charles, Sam Cooke) – surely no coincidence. Dylan explicitly honours him in the Biograph booklet: “I gotta say that of all the producers I ever used, he was the best, the most knowledgeable and he had the best instincts.”

Few covers. The most famous is the one by the irresistible PJ Harvey; just like her version of “Highway 61 Revisited” a trashy, furious performance (1999, live at Music Of The Millennium Awards) – Polly Jean does love a good racket, every now and then.

Beautiful, but incomparable with the by far best cover of the song, which does what a cover should do: enrich the original.

Since 1999, our German friends from Frankfurt, the tribute band DoubleDylans, have been combining brilliant, successful Dylan covers with their own songs and with edited translations of Dylan songs.

Already on the first record, Monsters Of Folk Rock from 2000 (when the men still call themselves The Devilish DoubleDylans), there are highly attractive versions of “Subterranean Homesick Blues”, “Drifter’s Escape”, “Silvio” and “Goin’ To Acapulco”. And especially the cover ensuring even international recognition: The DoubleDylans’ version of “Shot Of Love” is selected for the popular collection May Your Song Always Be Sung Vol. 3 (2003), where it proudly shines among big guns like Rick Danko, Chris Whitley and Mick Taylor.

The made-in-Germany approach of “Shot Of Love” is a revelation. The DoubleDylans ignore the sound, colour and style of the original, do not try to copy Dylan’s sweaty, hard-rocked soul, but move the song to the Basement. Upright bass and acoustic guitar lay down a friendly folk shuffle, the mandolin gives shots of lovely, cheerful licks throughout, but above all the duetto, the ensemble singing provides the magic; the men deliver something very similar to the brilliant rendition of “Clothes Line Saga” by The Roches, one of the very best Dylancovers at all: the contradictory trick of singing both toneless and melodic at the same time.

On a side note: fans who are not put off by a German re-translation should also be enchanted by the brilliant, hilarious “Lilli, Rosemarie & der Rettichretter” or by one of the most beautiful, haziest “Visions Of Johanna” covers: “Visionen von Johanna“.

And not a single grammatical error, by the way.

Shot of Love…

Here’s Visions…

 

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Rough and Rowdy Ways Part 4: The Rubicon to Key West

by Stephen Scobie

Previously in this series

“Crossing the Rubicon”

I crossed the Rubicon on the 14th day
Of the most dangerous month of the year

What would Julius Caesar do?  Well, one answer is that he would lead his army across the River Rubicon, thus precipitating Civil War in Rome.  So this action has become emblematic of a decisive and irrevocable act, a calculated risk, a breaking of taboos.  In Caesar’s case, it worked – but  there are no guarantees for prospective crossers.

Why the 14th day of an unnamed month?  The best known historical reference for that date would be July 14th: the storming of the Bastille, the beginning of the French Revolution, an ideal example of Rubicon crossing.  And July is, of course, the month named in honour of Julius Caesar – who actually crossed the river in January.  But there is also September 14th, 1901, date of the assassination of William McKinley: see below, the opening lines of “Key West.”

I painted my wagon, abandoned all hope.

“Paint your wagon” is a colloquial phrase for getting things ready to be done, deciding to act – not quite as drastic as crossing the Rubicon, but getting there.  Also the title of a 1969 movie musical starring, incongruously, Clint Eastwood.   And remember the “painted wagon” in “Senor” (1978).

“Abandoned all hope” comes from Dante’s Inferno: it is the inscription above the Gate of Hell.  Translations vary between “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here” and “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.”        

Well, the Rubicon is a red river

But it’s not the only one.  There is a Red River in Dylan’s home state of Minnesota.  There is a great 1948 western movie called Red River, whose plot has several echoes in RRW.  In 1997, Dylan recorded a wonderful song called “Girl from the Red River shore.”

I can feel the bones beneath my skin

It’s a bit of a stretch, but I cannot resist the echo from T.S. Eliot, “Whispers of Immortality,”  “Webster was much possessed with death / And saw the skull beneath the skin.”

And here again are the threats of violence –

I’ll make your wife a widow
You’ll never see old age….
I’ll cut you up with a crooked knife

And yet here too, in the midst of these threats, we come to the most explicitly redemptive lines on the whole album:

I feel the Holy Spirit inside
See the light that freedom gives
I believe it’s in the reach of
Every man who lives

— punctuated by an almost off-microphone “O Lord!”

Mona, baby, are you still in my mind?

Are we all the way back to 1966, “Memphis Blues Again,”  “Mona tried to tell me / To stay away from the train line”?  Or is it Lisa again?

“Key West (Philosopher Pirate)”

 Key West is, Dylan’s song tells us, “on the horizon line.”   It’s as far as you can go in one direction of America: the limit, the end.  But like a horizon, it recedes: it is always just beyond reach.  It is posited as an ideal, never quite attainable, but possibly imaginable in one particular place: Key West.

Historically, Key West has long been seen as a refuge, for pirates (such as one 18th century predator named Black Caesar!), or for writers, from Ernest Hemingway to Wallace Stevens.  (There is no doubt a whole article to be written on the links between Dylan’s song and Stevens’ poem “The Idea of Order at Key West,” but I’m sorry, I don’t feel up to attempting that one.)  The New Basement Tapes, the 2014 collection of songs based on texts written by Dylan in 1967 but left unfinished, contains one track entitled “Florida Key,” which also evokes the idea of an ideal destination.

But before we even get started, and despite the dreamy music in the background, there is a violent interruption:

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled,
Doctor said McKinley, death is on the wall

The first two lines of Dylan’s song are the same as the first two lines of “White House Blues,” a 1926 song by Bill Monroe, lamenting the death of William McKinley, 25th President of the United States, who was assassinated in Buffalo, NY, on September 14th, 1901.  (See “Crossing the Rubicon” for another 14th.)  I am not aware of any special connection between McKinley and Key West   He appears here mainly as a signpost towards that huge song looming just ahead, “Murder Most Foul,” where his memory will hang in the background list of the four assassinated Presidents: Lincoln, Garfield. McKinley, Kennedy.  Still, it is an odd way to begin a song about an idyllic ideal.  As if, before the “idea of order” has even been established, it has to be brought violently back down to earth,  Later in the song, there will be another violent interruption.

Down in the boondocks

 See “Murder Most Foul.”

I’m looking for love, for inspiration
On that pirate radio station
Coming out of Luxembourg and Budapest

Key West always welcomed pirates, such as Black Caesar.  The term “pirate radio station” dates from Britain in the 1950s, when Radio Luxembourg operated outside the tight constraints of BBC regulation.  Many a British teenager lay awake at night listening to Radio Luxembourg beneath the pillows.  Later, the most famous pirate station was Radio Caroline, operating from a ship in the North Sea, forever patrolling just outside British territorial waters.  I am not familiar with the history of pirate radio in Hungary,  Maybe it’s just that Budapest rhymes with Key West.

Down in the flatlands

Not quite “Lowlands,” but almost.

Key West is the place to be
If you’re looking for immortality…
If you lost your mind, you’ll find it there

At the expense of a somewhat clumsy rhyme, this is the song’s most direct statement of the ideal waiting on, or beyond, the horizon line.

Like Ginsberg, Corso and Kerouac

Allen, Gregory, Jack.  A triumvirate of the Beat Generation.  In 1954, Ginsberg recorded a song playing variations on “When the Saints Go Marchin’ in.”  It’s called “Walking at Night in Key West.”

Like Louis and Jimmy and Buddy and all the rest

Take your pick.  I guess Armstrong, Reed, and Holly, but the possibilities are endless.

Got my right hand high, with the thumb down

Again, justice as violence.  Thumb down is now generally accepted as a sentence of death.  (There is a memorable thumbs down in Spartacus.)  It was not ever thus.  In Roman times, and right up until just a couple of hundred years ago, it was the other way round.  Thumbs down asked the victorious gladiator to plunge his sword or spear into the ground, sparing the defeated opponent.  Thumbs up signalled that the death blow should come higher, into the heart or neck.

Down on the bottom

 The New Basement Tapes also contains a song called “Down on the Bottom.”  Perhaps Dylan did scavenge some lines from his earlier, forgotten, and newly rediscovered self.

I’ve never … wasted time with an unworthy cause

Recall “Restless Farewell”  (1964): “The cause was there before I came.”

Newton Street, Bayview Park….

Most of the street names in this song do show up on Internet searches of Key West street names.  Bayview Park is actually on Truman Avenue.  The only one I haven’t found is, perhaps unsurprisingly, History Street.  President Truman did have a Southern White House in Key West.  But he is one of the few Presidents named on this album who was not  assassinated.

Twelve years old, they put me in a suit
Forced me to marry a prostitute

What??  This is clearly a fiction, which (like “I shot a named Grey” in “Tangled Up In Blue”) is so obviously outrageous that it can only be seen as disrupting and blocking any autobiographical reading.  Like the first (McKinley) verse, it comes as a violent disruption of the ideal – which it then attempts to redeem: “we’re still friends”.

Intermission

So we come to the place where, if you’re going to listen to RRW all the way through, you have to get up from your chair, take out the first CD, fetch the second, put it on, settle back for another 17 minutes.  Many people, I suspect, may let it pass, treating RRW as a 9-song CD, ending with “Key West” – which gives that song a special emphasis, as the “last” song on the album, a position usually reserved by Dylan for definitive statements, from “Restless Farewell” to “Desolation Row” to “Dark Eyes” to “Ain’t Talking.”  And, of course, “Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands,” the only other song to occupy the whole of a single LP side, or a single CD.  “Murder Most Foul” is thus both an end and a new beginning.

It was the first song from the album to be released, and it was a bombshell.  There had been no advance publicity, not even rumours of its existence.  I remember getting up one morning, checking my computer, and starting to play a song logging in (surely a mistake!)  at 17 minutes,  (Actually a few seconds shorter, but 17 sounded conclusive.)   I understand that, technically, it could have fit on a single CD.  Setting it apart on a separate disc was a deliberate choice, giving it even greater prominence – which I, as listener, reinforce every time I get up to change the disc.

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May You Stay Forever Jung

By Larry Fyffe

From out of ‘Key West’ comes the Masked Rabbi, seated on Silvanus, galloping around and about an island located in the blue Jungian Sea. He sings a fragmented postmodern song-epic of the rider’s descent into the ‘Underworld’ where he encounters visions of hell, and of paradise, and of the world-in-between; expresses visions of recurring times by references to the works of other songsters and poets:

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doctor said, "McKinley, death is on the wall
Say it to me if you got something to confess"
I heard all about it, he was going down slow
I heard it all, the wireless radio
From down in the boondocks, way down in Key West
I'm searching for love, for inspiration
On that pirate radio station
Coming our of Luxembourg and Budapest

 

A tribute to the rock poem below:

Without those wireless knobs
Fats did not come in
Without those wireless knobs
Elvis did not come in ....
We'd get Luxembourg
Luxembourg and Athlone

(Van Morrison & Paul Durcan: In The Days Before Rock’nRoll)

This rock song too:

Every night I watch for the light from the house upon the hill
I love a little girl that lives up there, and I guess I always will ....
Down in the boondocks, down in the boondocks
People put me down
'Cause that is the side of town
That I was born in

(Joe South: Down In The Boondocks)

The little epic is introduced by the shooting of a President that pays tribute to the following bluegrass song:

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doc said to McKinley, "I can't find the ball
You're bound to die, you're bound to die"

(Bill Monroe: White House Blues ~ traditional/various)

Echoes of the blues too:

"Soothe me, baby, move me baby"
Yes I heard it all
Another mule is kicking in my stall

(Dave Bartholomew: Another Mule)

As in:

Well, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall
Say anything you want to, I have heard it all

(Bob Dylan: Mississippi)

And in the following poem:

But show name your complete confession
"No", said the sick man, "By St, Simon
I have been shivered today by curate
I have told him of my condition
There is no further need to confess again"

(Geoffrey Chaucer: The Summoner’s Tale ~ modernized)

The Masked Marauda rides on:

Down in the bottom, way down in Key West
I play both sides against the middle
Trying to pick up the pirate radio signal
I heard the news, I heard your last request
Fly around, my pretty little Miss
I don't love nobody, give me a kiss

(Bob Dylan: Key West)

Pays tribute to the psychedelic rock song below:

I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh

(Beatles: A Day In The Life ~ Lennon/McCartney)

And to the following bluegrass song:

Fly around my pretty little miss
Fly around my daisy
Fly around my pretty little miss
You almost drive me crazy

(Rising Appalachia: Fly Around My Pretty Little Miss ~ traditional)

Perhaps to a Blakean poem of ‘high art’ as well:

She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was maker

(Wallace Stevens: The Idea Of Order In Key West)

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Play lady play: Play Time Out of Mind

Selections by Aaron Galbraith, commentary by Tony Attwood

Please note, past episodes of this series can also be heard on our YouTube Channel

Intro: Just in case you have not seen the Play Lady Play series before, here’s how the game goes.  Aaron (in the USA) selects a number of performances of Dylan songs by women, and send them, occasionally with an explanation, often without, to Tony (in the UK).

Tony plays each track and tries to write a commentary on his thoughts during the playing of the track.  Extra time for tidying up the commentary is allowed.  There is an index to most of the articles in this series here.

It’s all meant to be a bit of fun, and if you enjoy such things, a way of discovering some of the re-interpretations of Bob’s work, with an emphasis on some of the more unusual such adventures – all of course with female rather than male singers.

Occasionally we find the annoying situation in which Youtube links to the songs work in one country and not in another.  Where we find that we try and put in a second link.

Aaron’s intro:

For this instalment I thought I’d look at female covers from the Time Out Of Mind album. I’m just going to list these in the order they appear on the album, as that’s how I searched for them! I’ve got two with a couple of versions just to show the differences in arrangement.

I’ve purposely not included any versions of To Make You Feel My Love, as there are so many, many fine versions of this song, and so I thought I’d compile those for a future episode of the Play Lady Play series.

Lucy Kruger with Love Sick

Tony: Oh now this does take experience, control, style and talent; it is one hell of a lot easier to shout than it is to whisper.  And what a perfect voice for this type of performance!  I could listen to this over and over.  And oh, that ending.  It pulls me apart.  If you play this a second time, focus for a while on the guitar – it is utterly exquisite.  Take the way she plays the accompaniment to the lyrics “I’m sick of love.”  Oh yes.

Not much of a review, I know, but I was just sitting listening.  It’s wonderful.  I’m off to listen to more of her work after finishing this article.

Bonnie Raitt with Standing In The Doorway

This is one of the songs that I often find going through my head when I’m driving and not listening to an audio, or having a conversation.   And the heart of that brain driven recollection is the heart of the song – lines five and six, which effectively take us into a new key.

I’m a bit taken aback by the percussion; it seems wrong for the message, or maybe because I can’t even think if there is any percussion in the original (and by the rules of the game I’m not allowed to go back and check), but I can recall that the live versions of this song that I like have the gentlest of a snare drum keeping the beat, nothing more.

The point is that (as I intimate above) these lines are at the very centre of the song – we have four lines, these two central lines in what those of us who like to show off call the “subdominant” and then back to where we were.

I got no place left to turn
I got nothing left to burn

and later

I know I can’t win
But my heart just won’t give in

Dylan gets the placement of these midway lines perfect, but I really don’t think this version sees them as central lines; they are just two more lines  So there’s my problem – I’ve come to understand the song in one way, with lines five and six being the core of each verse, and then if a performer understands it differently, I am thrown out.  On one hearing I can’t re-orientate quickly enough.

I’m also a bit taken aback by the percussion; it seems wrong for the message, or maybe because I can’t even think if there is any percussion in Dylan’s original.  I’m sure there must be, but it doesn’t get in the way.

Now Chrissie Hynde with the same song

Chrissie always makes every song her own and that full grand piano accompaniment shows this rendition is no exception.  And from the off I’ve got the feeling she understands the construction of the song, the way it works, and the musicians are with her.

The only problem I have is that the piano is so dominant at the very start it has nowhere else to go, and if anything I’d like it to move in and out of the other instrumentation.  As we get to the instrumental verse we’re getting sounds from all directions, and I want more space in this song.

But Chrissie does create one hell of an ethereal sound which I am loving, but I just feel that the arranger could have given us a little less dominant piano from the off.  By the end it sounds more like a fight than a lost love tragedy.  And I’m sad about that, because I do love Chrissie’s work normally.

Next, Bonnie Raitt, again, with Million Miles

Ah, now this really is my scene.  What is right is that accompaniment and the singing both feel the lyrics; melody, accompaniment, lyrics – it all makes sense.  The percussionist still gets a bit too much limelight for my taste, but the musicians and the vocals express the headhung sadness of the breakup to perfection.  It really says, “I tried, I tried, I tried” in every dimension known to womankind, and then some.

And after the instrumental verse, Ms Raitt still has something new to give us which means when she comes to the “Rock me” verse we are willing to be rocked.   When the blues dance clubs re-open (they are all of course shut due to some sort of pandemic or other – not sure what, I haven’t been paying that much attention) I’m going ask the DJs for this every night.

Lucinda Williams – Tryin To Get To Heaven

If the link below doesn’t work try this one.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Rn2eVoapcI

Lyrics are there to be expressed by the vocalist, but there is a point where the singer is just trying too hard, and at the start of Ms Williams’ recording I felt that was happening.  It calms down but I don’t find I’m being given any new insights at all.

“Trying to get to heaven before they close the door” is one of the most astonishing lines in Bob Dylan’s oeuvre but here it seems to be treated as if there is a door which is going to be shut at 6pm so the shop keeper can go home.   And maybe that is what Bob meant, but I’ve never seen it that way and I don’t find I can adjust now.

Shelby Lynne & Alison Moorer – Not Dark Yet

Since I first heard Dylan’s recording of this utter masterpiece I wondered what else could be done with it.  In my imagination of working out what I would do if I were still in a semi-pro band, my first decision was that those two pesky extra beats must always be kept.

Then the thought, what happens if we add harmonies.   And here’s my answer – it really works.  And it works because the harmonies come in to perfection, in exactly the right place.  But oh, that instrumental verse… it sounds like a toy piano, and with that I also became exasperated by the over excited percussionist.   Sure, the double beating works, but it doesn’t have to be that central.  (OK maybe I should be blaming the producer, not the drummer, so I could be very unfair here, but the result on the recording is spoiled.   The drummer’s rhythms are superb and add a lot, but they are just that bit too prominent.)

Ruby Amanfu – also Not Dark Yet

If the video below doesn’t work try this link… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUp42utZAtE

OK, there ought to be a dictum put out among the percussionist community: if you are asked to work on this song, talk with the producer about how your work is going to be used.  Again what the percussionist does is superb, it works brilliantly, but it is mixed in at too high a volume.  This is not meant to be a tumpity thumpity tumpity thump track.  It is a song relating to the gentility yet hopelessness of old age.

And this is a great shame for Ruby Amanfu, who puts in a superb performance and has a voiced so perfectly suited this song.  She does get rather explorative in terms of where her voice can go in the penultimate verse, and really I don’t think the lyrics ask for this.  When you find the line “Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb” I think the poet has taken us into the land of the ghosts, and care and caution should be the watchword.   But even so it is a superb re-working of the masterpiece.

Deb Callahan – Cold Irons Bound

So off and on I’ve be a real old grouch today, more negative than usual I know, and therefore I really wanted to like this final performance, not having heard it before.   The opening is an interesting inter-twining of sounds, and then suddenly we get a rhythm.  Not a raucous rhythm that we’ve been experiencing through these tracks but something more restrained.

And to top it Deb Callahan, who really has a superb range, uses her talents to the full.  She’s travelling her own road and letting the band go their way, and it really does work.  This is the track out of all of today’s ventures that I want to go back to, even though it is  a long way from being a particular favourite Dylan track as far as I am concerned.

When she tells us the road is rocky, we know it is true.  A believable performance indeed.  Thanks for putting his at the end Aaron, even if it simply was by chance.  Oh just listening to those opening lines from the vocalist.  Yes, yes, yes.

Thanks Aaron.  I really enjoyed that.

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Rough and Rowdy Ways part 3: “Made my mind up; Goodbye Jimmy; Mother…”

by Stephen Scobie

Previously in this series

 

“I’ve Made Up My Mind To Give Myself To You”

The first thing to say about this song is that it’s simply gorgeous, the loveliest love song that Dylan has written in many a long year.  It contains one of RRW’s  most beautiful lines – My mind’s like a river, a river that sings – and to match Dylan’s vocal performance, I’d have to reach back as far as “Pretty Saro” (1969).  But it is also part of this album, so some questions do arise.

Before I even get to the title, and before Dylan sings the first line, there is the backing vocal.  Dylan has in the past, notably in the late 70s, utilized a choir of female voices to sing a wordless hum in the background; but I don’t think he has ever used a choir of male voices.  They provide a lovely, lilting tune, which is the “Barcarolle” from Offenbach’s opera The Tales of Hoffmann (1881)One of these tales is about a man who falls in love with an automaton, a woman who turns out to be a mechanical toy.  Suddenly, all the issues from the previous song, about the artificial creation of a supposedly ideal lover, come back into play.  And they point to the oddity of the title…

“I’ve made up my mind to give myself to you”

The romantic ideal of falling in love is that its experience is emotional, instinctive, spontaneous.  It is not the cold, logical, rational decision implied by “made up my mind.”  You don’t make up your mind to fall in love: you just do it.  If you have to think about giving a gift, is it really a gift?

(Several critics have already suggested that this song may enjoy the same popular romantic success as “Make You Feel My Love” (1997) – but I dislike that song, and have the same reservations about the note of deliberation, even coercion, in the title.)

I saw the first fall of snow

Nothing on the whole album is as beautiful as the slowness (snowness?)  with which Dylan sings this line.

Salt Lake City to Birmingham….

This list of American cities sounds like a tour schedule.  Of course, the “you” being addressed could just as easily be the audience as a single lover.

If I had the wings of a snow white dove

Opening line of the folk classic generally known as “Dink’s Song.”  Among many, many versions, listen to Oscar Isaac in Inside Llewyn Davis (2014).  Dylan was singing it as early as 1961, when he introduced it as a song he had heard from an old woman called Dink.  Unfortunately, John Lomax said the same thing in 1906.

“Black Rider”

Generally seen as an emblem of death.  He is the third of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse; he rides a black horse, and his name is Famine.   Title of a 1990 musical collaboration between William S. Burroughs and Tom Waits.

(I have another, stray, wholly personal association.  When I was guest-teaching in Kiel, Germany in the 1990s, I spent a lot of time on public transit.  The Kiel buses all had notices denouncing people who tried to ride without paying the fare – they were known colloquially as “black riders” (schwarze Reiter).  I don’t know whether the phrase was common elsewhere in Germany.  I wrote a poem about a black rider, but alas, I can no longer find a copy of it.)

Another vengeance and violence song.  But the threats are not from Death but against Death.  The threats range from the understated but ominous – “I don’t want to fight, at least not today // One of these days I’ll forget to be kind” – to the gruesome – “I take a sword and hack off your arm.” Perhaps the most startling jibe against the supposed power of Death is “The size of your cock won’t get you nowhere.”  Dylan is no stranger to expletives – he was among the first mainstream singers to use “shit.” and even “nigger,” in his recordings – but the crudity here seems calculated to shock, and to increase the disrespect being shown to the Black Rider.

But at the same time, the song shows some kindness, even sympathy, towards the Black Rider:

Be reasonable, mister, be honest, be fair
Let all of your earthly thoughts be of prayer.

He even offers to sing Death a song, though it is introduced, incongruously, as something he will perform “Some enchanted evening.” Dylan has, of course, sung this song, on “Shadows in the Night” (2015), but it is fair to suppose that this is the first time Rodgers and Hammerstein have ever been juxtaposed so closely with an anatomically challenged Death.

Black Rider, Black Rider, you’ve been on the job too long

Poor old Death, suffering from job overload.  This Covid virus must have plumb worn him out.  “Been on the job too long” is a traditional folk line, which crops up in many songs – such as “Duncan and Brady,” a murder ballad which Dylan performed with harsh ferocity in 1992 (eventually released on Tell Tale Signs (2008).

Which leads to another possibly fanciful thread of associations.  In 2014, a bunch of musicians were commissioned to complete a set of lyrics written by Dylan around 1967 but never set to music.  Among the performers was the resplendent Rhiannon Giddens; and among the songs she completed was one which Dylan called “Duncan and Jimmy.”  (Brady disappears, having been shot by Duncan in the original folksong.)  So, just as Offenbach’s automoton provides a subterranean link between “My Own Version of You” and “I’ve Made Up My Mind to Love you,” Giddens’ “Duncan and Jimmy” provides a link between the allusion to “Duncan and Brady” and the song which immediately follows it on RRW: “Goodbye Jimmy Reed.”

“Goodbye Jimmy Reed”

OK, I can’t help but notice the close echo between “Jimmy Reed” and “Jimmy Dean” – who otherwise does not appear on RRW. 

Jimmy Reed was a blues singer and guitarist whose influence, especially in the 1950s and 60s, exceeded his popular success.  He died comparatively young (just over 50) from epilepsy.  On this song, Dylan not only pays tribute to Reed, but also discreetly shows Reed’s continuing legacy by quoting himself: the opening guitar lick is highly reminiscent of “Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat”; and buried way deep in the production are some harmonica flourishes which can only be by Bob.  Of all the songs on RRW, this is the one that most begs to be unleashed in performance.  Let Charlie Sexton loose!

Put a jewel in your crown and I’ll put out the light

“The Jewel in the Crown” was the popular description of the place of India in the British Empire, and was used in the novels of Paul Scott – but it’s hard to see any relevance for such an allusion here.  More interesting is the close repetition of “Put,” twice in one line, which may recall “Put out the light, and then put out the light,” the words with which Othello, murder most foul, strangles Desdemona.  Again, Shakespeare lances the wound between justice and vengeance, public law and personal violence.

I can’t play the record ‘cos my needle got stuck

In contrast to the blunt “cock” of the previous song, Dylan returns here to the rich tradition of blues euphemism, delicate indelicacies.  This wonderfully oblique confession of impotence is immediately followed by  “I break open your grapes, I suck out the juice,” for which I scarcely dare to offer any explication, except to choke and gasp some more at the completed rhyme:

I need you like a head needs a noose.

You could write a whole textbook on sexual pathology based on these three lines.

Can you hear me calling you from down in Virginia

Direct quote from Jimmy Reed.

“Mother of Muses”

Mother of Muses, sing for me

The mother of the Muses was Mnemosyne.  Perhaps Dylan was wise not to include the actual name in his text, where he would have had to sing and pronounce it!  But the odd thing about Dylan’s line is that it reverses the usual order, gets things backward.  The Muse does not sing for the singer; the singer sings for the Muse.  The Muse is the inspiration, not the performer.

Sing of Sherman, Montgomery and Scott
And of Zhukov and Patton

A roll-call of military heroes is of course a common device in epic poetry.  Homer is full of such lists.  But this is a very eclectic and wide-ranging list,  including Generals from Britain, America, and even Soviet Russia.  Sherman’s march through Georgia will reappear at the very end of the album.  There is a sly joke that one General (Patton) is perhaps best known for his film portrayal by an actor with the same name as another General (Scott).  As for the original Scott: Winfield Scott was in charge of the US Army in the mid-19th century, in the years leading up to the Civil War.  He is credited with transforming that army into a disciplined, professional fighting force, ultimately superior to the less organized troops of the Confederacy.  His insistence on small points of discipline gave him his popular nickname: “Old Fuss and Feathers.”  Did he perhaps fuss with his hair?

Who cleared the path for Presley to sing
Who carved the path for Martin Luther King

Well, in the long run, yes. insofar as they were all fighting for freedom.  But I kind of doubt what any of them would have made of Elvis.  Does the repeated “path” echo Dylan’s early song “Paths of Victory”?

Calliope … don’t belong to anyone, why not give her to me?

Calliope, Muse of Epic Poetry.  The list of Generals is certainly Calliope’s territory.  And nowadays, the epic is not much in fashion, despite a few magnificent attempts to render Homer into contemporary poetics: Christopher Logue, Alice Oswald.  The post is open: why not Bob?

I’ve already outlived my life by far

As a 76-year-old man listening to a 79-year-old singer, I very much appreciate this line.


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The Mississippi-series, part 16 – Between Point Dume and Oxnard

The Mississippi series

This is part 16 – the final article in the series.

by Jochen Markhorst

Like earlier “Desolation Row” and “Where Are You Tonight?”, “Mississippi” can’t really be dealt with in one article. Too grand, too majestic, too monumental. And, of course, such an extraordinary masterpiece deserves more than one paltry article. As the master says (not about “Mississippi”, but about bluegrass, in the New York Times interview of June 2020): Its’s mysterious and deep rooted and you almost have to be born playing it. […] It’s harmonic and meditative, but it’s out for blood.

XVI      Between Point Dume and Oxnard

 

It’s a long, laborious delivery, the final version of “Mississippi”, the wonderful version on “Love & Theft”. First recording attempts date from September ’96 (Oxnard, California). In January ’97 Dylan is in Miami with Lanois for the recording of Time Out Of Mind, with the well-known falling-out and subsequent discard of the song. And finally, the song is put to tape to the satisfaction of the master in May 2001.

We owe that final recording to, as Dylan reveals during the press conference July 2001 in Rome, the fortunate circumstance that those earlier recordings have not been leaked in the meantime, have not been distributed by bootleggers. Whenever that happens, the song is contaminated for me, and Dylan won’t look back:

“But, thank God, it never got out, so we recorded it again. But something like that would never have happened 10 years ago. You’d have probably all heard the trashy version of it and I’d have never re-recorded it.”  

Still, the “trashy version” may well serve to extract a few extra pennies from the fans’ pockets seven years after that press conference; on The Bootleg Series Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs (2008) are three of those rejected versions from ’96 and ’97. All of them beautiful versions, certainly worth the money, and yet another demonstration of Dylan’s incomprehensible take on his own songs. Dylan does have an opinion about that stubborn image too, in this same press meeting:

“I’ve been asked: ‘So how come you’re such a bad judge of your material?’ I’ve been criticized for not putting my best songs on certain albums, but it is because I consider that the song isn’t ready yet. It’s not been recorded right.”

Art history teaches us that this is not a very strong argument. Nabokov seems to have been on his way to the incinerator with Lolita‘s manuscript (but was stopped by his wife). Claude Monet himself destroyed fifteen of his water lily paintings. Michelangelo had worked his brilliant Pietà for eight years and suddenly did not like it anymore; one leg of Christ had already been smashed to smithereens before a church official could intervene (the one-legged Deposition can still be admired in the Museo dell’Opera del Duomo in Florence). Kafka was extremely reluctant to publish throughout his life, and at the unrelenting insistence of admiring friends only released a fraction. On his deathbed in the sanatorium, he begged his friend Max Brod to burn everything in his study at home – being most of Kafka’s oeuvre, including masterpieces such as Der Prozeß and dozens of stories (Brod ignored the dying man’s wish and published everything).

How it is possible that the artists are such bad critics of their own work, the question that Dylan tries to undo in that press conference, is not answered. Neither by Dylan, who in fact only repeats the question as he “answers” that the works are “not ready yet” or “not recorded right”. A more persistent journalist would have asked; what does “Farewell Angelina” still miss, what exactly is wrong with the recording of “Blind Willie McTell”?

Though presumably the more persistent journalist had not received a satisfactory answer to this either. Not surprisingly, of course – it really is an impossible question, similar to “why do you like this song?” In Dylan’s case, the dissatisfaction must have to do with the sound, the often elusive “colour” of a recording, a quality Dylan appreciates above all else, the quality he values higher than “the right words” or the beauty of a melody.

The story of engineer Mark Howard, both at Time Out Of Mind and “Love And Theft” the studio technician on duty, does illustrate this point quite well:

“Dylan was living in Point Dume, and he’d drive up every day, and he’d tune into this radio station that he could only get between Point Dume and Oxnard. It would just pop up at one point, and it was all these old blues recordings, Little Walter, guys like that. And he’d ask us, “Why do those records sound so great? Why can’t anybody have a record sound like that anymore? Can I have that?” And so, I say, “Yeah, you can get those sound still.” “Well,” he says, “that’s the sound I’m thinking of for this record.”

But apparently, in 1989, in California, he couldn’t get hold of that particular sound for “Mississippi” after all.

According to legend, we owe the final recording and release of “Mississippi” to a tenacious Max Brod 2.0: manager Jeff Rosen is a passionate fan of the song and is believed to have reminded Dylan after the recordings for “Love And Theft”. Which can in any case be deduced from the interview with drummer David Kemper, in the same beautiful Tell Tale Signs Special in Uncut, 2008:

“I know of two versions of “Mississippi”. We thought we were done with Love And Theft, and then a friend of Bob’s passed him a note, and he said, oh, yeah, I forgot about this: “Mississippi”. And then he made a comment, did you guys ever bring the version we did down at the Lanois sessions. And they said, yeah, we have it right here. And he said let’s listen to it. So they put it up on the big speakers, and I said, damn – release it!”

Kemper is a fan, that much is clear. And is touched by the beauty of the song, the richness of the melodies and the grandeur of the lyrics – but, just like any other fan, is not receptive to what Dylan lacks; the “colour” or the sound.

Still, the melodic richness definitely is a distinguishing quality of the song. In general Dylan doesn’t attach much importance to this – likewise on this album, most songs have only two or three chords, Dylan opting for simple blues schemes with a cast-iron lick and few adventurous variations. No problem, of course; after all, in der Beschränkung zeigt sich der Meister, as Goethe teaches, “It is in working within limits that the master reveals himself” and that Dylan can produce masterpieces within these limits he has already demonstrated dozens of times (“All Along The Watchtower”, “Knockin’ On heaven’s Door”, “Desolation Row”).

But every now and then a song pushes him to musically more challenging regions. “She’s Your Lover Now” stumbles over his own melodic richness, “New Morning” is such a multi-coloured example and so is this “Mississippi”.

The tireless Dylanwatcher and researcher Eyolf Østrem from Scandinavia, administrator of the beautiful blog Things Twice and compiler of the legendary “Neanderthal site” (his words) dylanchords, points to a second peculiarity: “Mississippi” is one of the very few Dylan songs with an ascending bass line:

G                      /a         /b                             /c
Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
/d                           /e                            F                 G
Don’t even have anything for myself anymore
G                   /a    /b                            /c
Sky full of fire, pain pouring down
/d                             /e                  F                    G
Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around
.

… indeed, an ascending line that neatly climbs the whole scale alphabetically. “Like A Rolling Stone” does that too, but there aren’t many other examples in Dylan’s oeuvre. And there aren’t too many outside of Dylan’s oeuvre either. The chorus of The Eagles’ first hit, “Take It Easy” (1972, written by Jackson Brown and Glenn Frey) has partly the same scheme (under “Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy”), but that’s about it.

Like “Blind Willie McTell” and “Make You Feel My Love”, the cover is released before the original. After Dylan rejected the song for Time Out Of Mind, he donated it to Sheryl Crow, who records it for her album The Globe Sessions (1998). That version may have inspired Dylan to give it another shot himself; Crows “Mississippi” is okay but lacks shine, with a rather joyless and awkward Whoo! finishing it off.

The Dixie Chicks fare a lot better, with a dazzling and sparkling interpretation on the live album Top Of The World Tour (2003). Same approach as Crow, but with real pleasure, passion and thrust (bursting from every single live performance). A small lyrical adjustment does reveal that all the ladies are a bit less tough than the image they are trying to maintain, though:

I was thinkin’ ’bout the things that you said
I was dreaming I was sleepin’ in your bed

…apparently a possible homoerotic suspicion is a little too scary for both Sheryl Crow and The Chicks’ powerhouse Natalie Maines, so they’d rather turn the sung Rosie into a gender-neutral you. Musically, The Chicks more than compensate for the slip. The organ part from The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again” in the split to splinters-couplet, for instance, is a golden find.

In June 2020 The Dixie Chicks will also change their own name, for politically correct reasons, to The Chicks, to meet this moment, as the official statement says. In 2003 Maines had declared from the podium that she was ashamed of President Bush and the Iraq war, which led to a long, hefty hate campaign including death threats. Since then, The Chicks have been more sensitive to the right thing to do. Fortunately, “Mississippi” isn’t “wrong” yet; in 2020 the song is still on the setlist.

Remarkably, the best version so far comes from Scotland. Veteran Rab Noakes plays live a sober, compelling version in which he manages to bring together both the folky Dylan from 1961 and the elderly troubadour from 2001. Just an acoustic Gibson and Noakes’ relaxed, light-hearted, little hoarse rendition… proving you can come back all the way, after all.

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Dylan’s Once only file “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” “Blue Moon” “Weeping Willow”

By Tony Attwood

Everyone who knows Richard Thompson’s incredible contribution to popular music knows the 1952 Vincent Black Lightning.  The song was included in Time magazine’s “All Time 100 Songs” list of the best English-language musical compositions released between 1923 and 2011 – and indeed in 2011 Richard Thompson was given an OBE.  This song comes from the Rumour and Sigh album.

You might also know the work of Richard Thompson through Fairport Convention and through Richard and Linda Thompson.

Bob played the song just once (hence an inclusion here) on July 14 2013 in Clarkston MI

Of course one of the great problems with featuring once only performances is that the song and the performance may be wonderful, but sometimes bits of the recording are not so good, but I beg you to stay with this and ignore the voice that occasionally pops up.  It is so worth it.

Says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like"
Says James to Red Molly "My hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme"
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride

Says James to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I give you my Vincent to ride"

"Come down, come down, Red Molly," called Sergeant McRae
"For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside"
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said "I give you my Vincent to ride"

Says James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a '52 Vincent and a red-headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent '52"
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said "I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home"
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride

18 June 1999 with Paul Simon, Concord CA

https://youtu.be/L_SqGodx7vw

I love the way the guys got together and played making it sound as if they had not rehearsed when they apparently had.   You only get one minute 32 seconds of this, but still it is great fun.

Blue Moon of Kentucky was written in 1945 by Bill Monroe and recorded by his band, the Blue Grass Boys and is described as one of the greatest country songs of all time.  And as the composer says in the intro below, Elvis recorded it too.

And one more, Weeping Willow

A different Bob again!  November 17 1993, at the Supper Club New York.  He followed this rendition with “Delia’s Gone” and “Jim Jones at Botany Bay”.

This is a Blind Boy Fuller song,

Man, that weeping willow, moaning like a dove
Weeping willow moaning like a dove
Man, there's a gal up the country I sure do love

If you see my baby tell her to hurry home
You see my baby, tell her hurry home
I ain't had no lovin' since my little girl been gone

Where it ain't no love, ain't no gettin' along,
ain't no love, mama, ain't no love and gettin' along.
My baby treats me so mean and dirty, can't tell right from wrong

Gonna buy me a bulldog, watch you while you sleep
Buy me a bulldog, watch you while you sleep
I have to stop them men from makin' early mornin' creep.

You gonna want my love, mama, some old lonesome day,
You gonna want my love, mama, some old lonesome day,
But it'll be too late, I'll be gone too far away.

Oh, that weeping willow, mourning like a dove
Weeping willow mourning like a dove
Well, there's a gal in the country man I sure do love.

It’s a song that has guitarists tearing their hair out because of the unusual chordal accompaniment.  Here’s the original – it really is a fantastic tune with a gorgeous guitar part.  What I can’t understand is why, having worked on this song Bob would only play it once; it is a super song, and his arrangement is exquisite.  I will never understand this guy no matter how much I listen.

For what it is worth, I think it is really worth listening to Bob’s version again after hearing the original; it gives a greater insight into the song and the process Bob and the band had gone through to get to their version.

This is the second piece in the new “Once only file” series.  If you are enjoying it one tenth as much as I am, scurrying around listening to the once only played songs and tracing the originals, then you are having a good time.  If not, well, I’m still having fun.

And just in case you would like a little more

And down to Box Hill they did ride….

Dylan’s “Once Only” File: 10,000 men and 20/20 Vision

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Bob Dylan And The Return To Gothic Romanticism

By Larry Fyffe

In the song lyrics quoted below, a melancholic electric bluesman plays and sings about a lost lover:

I went out in Virginia, honey, where the green grass grows
I went out in Virginia, honey, where the green grass grows
I tried to tell myself that I didn't want you no more
My baby told me, stop doing me wrong
My baby told me, stop doing me wrong
Well, I telling you, honey, 'cause I'm tired of living alone

(Jimmy Reed: Down In Virginia ~ J&M Reed)

The passing of the blues singer from the face of this earth, though life thereon be no paradise, is lamented in the the verse below:

God be with you, brother dear
If you don't mind me asking, what brings you here?
Oh nothing much, I'm just looking for the man
Need to see where he's lying in this lost land
Goodbye Jimmy Reed, and everything within ya
Can't you hear me calling from down in Virginia?

(Bob Dylan: Goodbye Jimmy Reed)

The sentiment of loneliness expressed through Reed’s music and lyrics echo in the lines below:

I'm giving myself to you, I am
From Salt Lake City to Birmingham
From East L.A. to San Antone
I don't think I can bear to live my life alone

(Bob Dylan: I’ve Made Up My My Mind To Give Myself To You)

Singer/songwriter/musician Bob Dylan looks abroad to a Prussian author of pre-Freudian Gothic Romantic stories. Ernst Hoffman satirizes the mechanization of life wrought by contemporary industrialized socio-economic conditions that fragments, but fails to displace the organic imagination of creative artists.

Ernst is the Jungian kinsman of the American Gothic writer Edgar Allan Poe, both being accompanied by their alchemic transmutation symbols of earth, air, fire, and water.

A lover hyperbolically idealized in the Rococo-like verse below:

Thou wast that all to me, love
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea, love
A fountain, and a shrine
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers
And all the flowers were mine

(Edgar Allan Poe: To One In Paradise)

“The Golden Flower Pot” by Ernst Hoffman features a student apprenticed to an alchemist who is hired to copy ancient Arabic and Egyptian manuscripts. The young man is beloved by a pretty maid named Veronica; he’s soon able to decipher the writings, and reads that the alchemist is the Spirit of Fire exiled from the spiritual underwater world of Atlantis. Turns out that his boss needs to find a suitable husband for his daughter if he is ever to get back home. Serpentina is her name, and she’s a loving green-gold skinned, tree-dwelling lamia with blue eyes. The Spirit of Earth gives the alchemist a golden flower pot to present to a husband noble enough for Serpentina; a wicked witch tries to steal the golden pot, but the alchemist transforms her into a beet. Veronica marries a practical man, and Serpentina and the student run off together to watery Atlantis; they marry. The sorcerer’s apprentice has found his Muse.

In the following song lyrics, we discover such an apprentice:

I study Sanskrit and Arabic to improve my world
I want to do things for the benefit of mankind
I say to the willow tree, "Don't weep for me"
I'm saying to hell to all things that I used to be

(Bob Dylan: My Own Version Of You)

In the song lyrics below, the narrator thereof is quite willing to go with a blue-eyed Serpentina archetype wherever she wants to go:

Take me out travelling, you're a travelling man
Show me something that I'll understand
I'm not what I was, things aren't what they were
I'll go far away from home with her

And the apprentice is more than happy to marry his new Muse:

I've travelled from the mountains to the sea
I hope the gods go easy on me
I knew you'd say yes, I'm saying it too
I've made up my mind to give myself to you

(Bob Dylan: I’ve Made Up My Mind To Give Myself To You)

The chief song source is:

Would you lay with me in a field of stone ....
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood from my dying hand
If I give myself to you?

(Johnny Cash: Would You Lay With Me ~ David Coe)

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Rough and Rowdy Ways part 2: false prophets and my version

This article continues from It takes some getting used to. Rough and Rowdy Ways Part 1

by Stephen Scobie

“False Prophet”

The words of the song are always disclaimers, in the negative – “I ain’t no false prophet” – but the title remains obstinately affirmative, in the positive – “false prophet.”  Is the singer saying that he is a prophet, but not a false one?  Or is he saying that he’s no prophet of any kind, false or otherwise?  Which double negative takes precedence: “ain’t no” or “no false”?  Remember the very early Dylan song “Long Time Gone,” with its evocation of the Prophet Amos: “I know I ain’t no prophet / And I ain’t no prophet’s son”  (for a detailed exploration of that early song, see my book Always Other Voices).

And while we’re on the topic of ambiguous claims to authority and authorship, let’s acknowledge the wholesale appropriation of the musical arrangement (which is wonderful) from Billy (the Kid) Emerson, 1954.  Love and Theft.  Billy, you’re so far away from home.

I opened my heart to the world and the world came in

When I first listened to the album, I heard this as “the world caved in.”  I have since seen at least one internet posting with the same mistake.  I’m not at all sure I don’t prefer it.

My fleet footed guides from the underworld

“Fleet footed” is a classic poetic epithet, often apped to Hermes/Mercury, messenger and trickster.  But it is also, of course, self-quotation.  In 1965 “Maggie comes fleet foot” in the underworld  Subterranean homesick blues.

I’m first among equals, second to none
The last of the best, you can bury the rest
Bury ‘em naked with their silver and gold

OK, this is a tricky one.  I see an odd string of references here, but I acknowledge that I may be letting my fancy run away with me.  These links may exist more in my imagination than in any legitimate reading of the text.  But I can’t resist them.

To begin with, “first among equals,” or in its Latin form, “primus inter pares,” is an equivocal concept, both self-aggrandizing (first) and modest (among equals). It’s not a stable condition: many or even most “first among equals” relationships have ended up in civil strife and the attempted dominance of the one.   One example would be the Roman triumvirate of Pompey, Julius Caesar, and Marcus Lucinius Crassus.  Dylan’s keen interest in Caesar is evident throughout RRW, but for the moment, my interest is in Crassus, the richest man in Rome.  (For my generation, the definitive portrait is Laurence Olivier’s towering performance in Stanley Kubrick’s film Spartacus (1960).)

But before I get back to Crassus, what about Dylan?  If the narrator of this song regards himself as first among equals, who are “the rest”?  If he is “the last of the best,” then who remains to be buried?  And one possible answer, though I feel rather queasy advancing it, is “them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones.”  That use of “bad boys” seems rather condescending, more part of the Stones’ early-60s publicity image than of their mature accomplishment.  But there is the unavoidable fact that both Dylan and the Stones lay claim to the use of the proverb (not to mention Muddy Waters; not to mention Jann Wenner).  If  Dylan is “the last of the best,” last left standing of the rock gods of the 60s, can he finally “bury” them bad boys with their “silver and gold”?  After all, the Stones did in 1969 release a song called “You got the silver, you got the gold” (notable in that the lead vocal is by Keith, not Mick).

And here is where these two stray threads of association I have been uneasily following suddenly loop back together.  In the early 1960s, the Rolling Stones are “them British bad boys.”  In 1965, Dylan records “Like a Rolling Stone.”  In 1969, the Rolling Stones record “You got the gold.”  In 1960, Olivier defines Crassus.  The film, however, does not include Crassus’ death.  In legend, after (let us hope, after) Crassus was killed in battle, his victorious enemies mocked his status as the richest man in Rome by pouring molten gold into his mouth.  On RRW, Dylan sings “Bury ‘em naked with their silver and gold,” and then, just two verses later, he adds:

Open your mouth, I’ll stuff it with gold.

Which just leaves second to none, which will reappear, startlingly, at the very end of the album.

I’m just here to bring vengeance on somebody’s head

Somebody’s.  Could be anybody’s.  Blood Feuds aren’t particularly discriminating.

The city of God is there on the hill

Conflation of several texts:

  • City of God, 5th century AD treatise by Saint Augustine of Hippo (I dreamed I saw… )
  • “A city set on a hill cannot be hid” (Matthew 5.14)
  • sermon on this text by John Winthrop, preached in Boston in 1630, widely quoted (and, arguably, misinterpreted) by Ronald Reagan, and by all of his successors.  For its connections to Dylan’s Basement Tapes, see Greil Marcus, Invisible Republic.

Dylan himself wrote a song called “City of Gold” (1980), which was performed on the Gospel tours, and released on “Trouble No More” (2017).

I’m nobody’s bride

Hard to see Bob as a bride, even in the context of time running backward, or waiting at the altar.  But stranger things have happened – see another strange wedding in “Key West.”

Can’t remember when I was born and I forget when I died

Definitive statement of being beyond or outside of time.  Maybe it comes from some old blues – wouldn’t surprise me – but so what?  He knows what to do with it: place it at the end of a song in which he claims that he is/is not a false/not false prophet.

“My Own Version of You”

I have by now read on line several dozen reviews of RRW, and when they come to this song, they invariably mention Frankenstein.  Fair enough – but the reference exists only in the cultural intertext, not in the text itself.  The name “Frankenstein” is never mentioned in the actual song.   I’ll try to stay away from it for as long as I can.

I’ve been visiting morgues and monasteries

Compare “Thunder on the Mountain” (2008):  “Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches / I’ll recruit my army from the orphanages.” I know it’s a tenuous echo, but hey, any excuse to quote that rhyme!  “Brando / commando” is pretty good too.

Lookin’ for the necessary body parts
Limbs and livers and brains and hearts

In medieval troubadour poetry, there was a rhetorical convention in which the poet assembled an idealized lady by combining features from several famously beautiful women: one woman’s eyes, another woman’s hair, another woman’s lips.  However, it never got down to the anatomical level of livers and hearts.  Leave it to Dylan to make the rhetorical conceit literal.

I wanna create my own version of you

It is of course a highly problematic wish, even before it gets literalised into livers and brains.  The narrator refuses to accept his lover as she is, but rather regards her as material to be shaped according to his own desires.   Later, he phrases it as:

I’ll bring someone to life, someone for real
Someone who feels the way that I feel

But how can she be alive or real if her existence  depends on replicating his feelings?

It must be the winter of my discontent

Shakespeare again, first line of Richard III But the original is “our,” not “my”: it expresses (and derides) the collective delight of the victorious York dynasty in deposing its enemies, a delight which Richard does not exactly share.  For him, the discontent still exists, and he will follow it through until he himself attains the crown – by way of means of, to switch plays, murder most foul.  And Richard’s “discontent” goes deeper than his regal ambition: it is, fundamentally, rooted in his own physical deformity, the hunchback, which is the main topic of the rest of this opening speech.  Maybe he should look for repairs in some morgue or monastery.

I pick a number between one and two
And I ask myself what would Julius Caesar do?

 There is of course no whole number between one and two, so the line expresses a paradox, or an impossibility.  Or a preference for fractions. The following phrase is commonly used as “What would Jesus Christ do?”  Dylan exchanges one JC for another.  And if we again think of the Shakespearean tragedy, note how these references – Macbeth, Hamlet, Richard III, Julius Caesar — are all plays dealing with the violent overthrow or assassination of a monarch.  Lying in waiting for JC is JFK.  And William McKinley.

Leon Russell / Liberace / Saint John the Apostle

Another unlikely trio, where the bizarreness of the combination (and the delight of the rhyme) is probably more significant than any precise association for each of the names.

I’ll be at the Black Horse Tavern … Two doors down,
    not that far to walk

Would a black rider drink in a Black Horse Tavern?  Or if he were in Greenwich Village, might he not walk (not that far) to the White Horse Tavern, where in 1953 a certain Welsh poet called Dylan quite literally drank himself to death? Riding a pale horse.

You can bring it to St Peter, you can bring it to  Jerome
You can … bring it all the way home

A somewhat less incongruous pairing, between the founder of the church and the translator of the Scriptures.  So the singer is “bringing it all back home,” to an album title from 1965.

Can you tell me what it means, to be or not to be?

            Hamlet again, with a question which remains as inscrutable as Mona Lisa’s smile.

Can you help me walk that moonlight mile?

There are probably dozens of references for “Moonlight Mile,” but my favourite would certainly be the sublime 1971 recording by them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones.

I can see the history of the  whole human race

Most of which – the crusades, England, America – seems to deal with slavery, and thus with the question of what it means to be “human.”  Did Jefferson consider his slaves as “human”? Which is, in turn, the question of Frankenstein: is his creature “human”?

Trojan Women

Greek tragedy by Euripides, notable for its focus not on the heroes of war but its victims.

Some of the best known enemies of mankind …
Mr Freud with his dreams, Mr Marx with his axe
See the rawhide lash rip the skin from their backs

Even by the standards of recent Dylan, this is a remarkably violent, even sadistic image.  It’s one thing to disagree with Freud or Marx; it’s quite another thing to conjure up and appear to take relish in such specific and grisly punishment.

Yet the singer immediately does an about-face, evoking an immortal spirit, [which] creeps in your body the day you are born.   Or, perhaps, at the moment when some strange creator brings you to life with a blast of electricity?

The whole song is caught up in what Leonard Cohen called “the tangle of matter and ghost.”  It longs for the “immortal spirit,” but it keeps on snagging on the crudely material: bodies which can be ideally assembled, or else flogged apart.

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The Mississippi-series, part 15: Gaze into the abyss

 

by Jochen Markhorst

Like earlier “Desolation Row” and “Where Are You Tonight?”, “Mississippi” can’t really be dealt with in one article. Too grand, too majestic, too monumental. And, of course, such an extraordinary masterpiece deserves more than one paltry article. As the master says (not about “Mississippi”, but about bluegrass, in the New York Times interview of June 2020): Its’s mysterious and deep rooted and you almost have to be born playing it. […] It’s harmonic and meditative, but it’s out for blood.

 

XV       Gaze into the abyss

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Friedrich Nietzsche most certainly has a thing for music. As early as at the age of fourteen he writes:

God gave us music so that we, first and foremost, will be guided upward by it. All qualities are united in music: it can lift us up, it can be capricious, it can cheer us up and delight us, nay, with its soft, melancholy tunes, it can even break the resistance of the toughest character.

He remains faithful to music throughout his life, studying music theory and piano with zeal, writing some seventy classical compositions (mostly for piano), and even playing with the idea of becoming a professional composer – but both Wagner and Hans von Bülow advise against it. He’s just not talented enough. Von Bülow’s rejection, after Nietzsche sent him his “Manfred-Meditation”, has an entertaining, Nietzschean cruelty, by the way:

“I could not discover in it the least trace of Apollonian elements, and, as for the Dionysian, to tell you frankly, it made me think of the morning after a bacchanalian orgy rather than of an orgy itself…. Once again — don’t take this too badly — you yourself say your music is “detestable” — it is, actually, more detestable than you believe.”

And a little further on Von Bülow even calls the piece a “rape of Euterpe”, a rape of the muse of flute playing and lyrical poetry.

Well, that might be a little too rich. Nietzsche’s music really isn’t that awful. “A gifted amateur” is the friendlier, and a better qualification. And with the miraculous, enchanting “Das Fragment an sich” (The fragment by itself, 1871) Nietzsche actually writes, twenty years before Satie, the first piece of minimal music in music history. Moreover, in 1896 his philosophical and literary work inspires Richard Strauss to write the overwhelming symphonic poem “Also sprach Zarathustra” (which will become the soundtrack to the endless emptiness in 2001: A Space Odyssey), and inspires Gustav Mahler to write music to “O Mensch! Gib Acht!” (O man! Take heed!) from his greatest work, the Third Symphony; hardly insignificant contributions to classical music, all in all.

An important part of his modest oeuvre consists of songs. And although Nietzsche certainly is a great poet, he prefers to set other people’s poems to music – which often have similarities with Nietzsche’s thinking and works. Like “Aus der Jugendzeit” (From the times of youth), by Friedrich Rückert, in which emptiness is the theme, the emptiness one experiences upon the realisation: you can’t go back all the way:

Ist das Herz geleert, ist das Herz geleert,
Wird’s nie mehr voll.

(Once the heart is emptied, the heart is emptied,
it never becomes full again.)

The French phenomenon Jules Michelet (1798-1874), who like Dylan in his later work tries to recreate the past, is touched by Rückert’s poem and incorporates parts of it in his poem “L’Hirondelle” (The Swallow, 1861):

Mais le vide du coeur reste, mais reste le vide du coeur,
Et rien ne le remplira

(But the heart’s emptiness remains; its emptiness remains,
And nothing will make it full again)

… which again is picked up by Vincent Van Gogh, who quotes it when he tries to express in his letters to brother Theo how much and why he is touched by the endless emptiness. This one example is from the letter to Theo of 10 April 1882, but emptiness and endlessness is an inexhaustible source of inspiration for Vincent throughout his creative life, as well as an image of doom, as can be seen with increasing frequency from the letters just before his end:

“I can’t precisely describe what the thing I have is like, there are terrible fits of anxiety sometimes – without any apparent cause – or then again a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the mind.“

Vincent writes this to his sister Willemien a year before his death. Thematically similar to one of his last letters, two weeks before his suicide:

“Knowing clearly what I wanted I’ve painted another three large canvases since then. They’re immense stretches of wheatfields under angry skies, and I made a point of trying to express despondency, extreme loneliness.”

It is of all times, the fascination for the Void, the endless emptiness and the Nothing. The Nothing has occupied philosophers since Democritus, twenty-five centuries ago, most religions begin with a Nothing from which a world is created and it inspires artists like Ovid, Homer, Dante, Blake with his obsession for “the abominable void”, “the endless abyss of space and the curtains of darkness round the Void”, it inspires Baudelaire staring from his balcony into the espace profond, into the deep void, Rimbaud, whose Season in Hell is a “fall into the void” and Kerouac, who tries to ward off the void on almost every page of Desolation Angels.

But closest to the poet Dylan is, of course, Allen Ginsberg:

not even the human
imagination satisfies
the endless emptiness
of the soul
                ("Over Kansas", 1954)

For this last quatrain of “Mississippi”, Dylan only borrows that image of the endless emptiness, without further thematizing it – just like the following cold as clay is an atmospheric and melodic, but hardly eloquent cliché. They are fragments that, as Dylan says in that beautiful New York Times interview, “write themselves”, floating around somewhere in that stream-of-consciousness and now surfacing.

The word combination cold and clay then probably entered Dylan’s vocabulary via “Tom Dooley” a long, long time ago:

I dug a grave four feet long, I dug it three feet deep,
Throwed cold clay o’er her, and tromped it with my feet.

“Tom Dooley” is the Kingston Trio’s biggest hit in 1958 (estimated sales between four and six million singles), and according to music historians, John Fogerty and Joan Baez is the spark that ignited the folk revival. The song is an arrangement of a nineteenth-century folk song about the Southern soldier Thomas C. Dula, hung in 1868 after the murder of his fiancée Laura Foster. The impact of that story on him, or at least the impact of the song, Dylan does not hide; as early as 1965 he mentions Dooley in the liner notes of Highway 61 Revisited:

when tom dooley, the kind of person you think you've seen before, 
comes strolling in with White Heap, the hundred Inevitables all say 
"who's that man who looks so white?"

…and in 2020 the old murder ballad is apparently still floating around in that stream-of-consciousness: Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung, says Dylan in “Murder Most Foul.” And he’s not the only one who is struck by Tom Dooley and that cold clay. Elvis Costello lends the image for even two songs, as he tells in his autobiography Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink:

“I could point you to lines in my songs that use the language of folk songs: from the allusion to Barbara Allen in I Want You to the cold clay pulled out of Doc Watson’s rendition of Tom Dooley, which turns up in Suit of Lights and then again in Tramp the Dirt Down.”

 

The poet Dylan’s grandeur shines in the sequel, setting those half-known images of despair into the crown borrowed from Henry Rollins: You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way. After all, the emptiness remains – an emptied heart never fills up again.

Or, as Nietzsche would say: if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

Nietzsche – Das Fragment an sich: 

 

 

To be continued. Next up: Mississippi part XVI, the final: Between Point Dume and Oxnard

Jochen is a regular reviewer of Dylan’s work on Untold.  His books are available via Amazon both in paperback and on Kindle:

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Play Lady Play: the alternative rockers

by Aaron Galbraith and Tony Attwood

Aaron: I thought I’d look at more alternative rock acts to see if they a) consider Dylan cool enough to cover and b) if they are able to do something interesting enough with it to make it worth a listen. For me, the answer to both would be a resounding “yes”, you may feel different of course…so here we go again!

PJ Harvey

Tony: OK this fooled me, and in case you don’t know this track I’ll warn you, it starts very quietly.  As in very very very quietly.

Now my approach to unusual musical arrangements is to ask “is this just done to be different? or does it have a meaning integral to the composition?”

The lyrics of the song “Highway 61 Revisited” are a challenge to all our understanding of the blues, as I think Dylan intended, for as he said, “Highway 61, the main thoroughfare of the country blues, begins about where I began. I always felt like I’d started on it, always had been on it and could go anywhere, even down in to the deep Delta country. It was the same road, full of the same contradictions, the same one-horse towns, the same spiritual ancestors … It was my place in the universe, always felt like it was in my blood.”

And of course others come along and want to sing it and it is NOT their place in the universe.   Highway 61 goes through Duluth, they were not born in Duluth.  But Dylan was, and Muddy Waters, Elvis Presley, and Charley Patton were all born near its route. And there is the eternal Robert Johnson story too.

So yes for people who come to this song NOT born close to the highway, the song has a different meaning.  And yes, the silence has a meaning for those not born there which is different.  A silence is a way of symbolising it and indeed it reminds me of what’s going on here.  I’ll go for that.  

And indeed having got over that uncertainty I go for the whole re-working.  The blues like rock n roll is the music of the people, everyone can treat it as they want.   And in fact I do love the shouty insistence that says “I want to be heard”.

What I didn’t realise was that Polly Jean had been awarded an MBE (the order of most excellent member of the British Empire).  Shows how out of touch one can get.

Shot of Love

Here again all the original meanings from Dylan’s song are stripped away.  And I did feel the need to go back to Bob’s original after listening to PJ, before then playing her version again.

This really is a way of turning a song upside down, inside out, back to front and round and round.  And that’s just the intro.   Try it  – as PJ’s version ends, play Dylan’s version below and then go back to PJ.  If you are short of time, the first 30 seconds will do in each case.

https://youtu.be/LUq9tawI_0k

 

Courtney Love & Hole: It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue

Again from the very first second we know something has been re-written here, and oh yes it sure has

I do like the arrangement of the musical interludes between the verses.  It is all too easy to continue at the same powerful rate of performance without giving the audience a chance to take a breath, but that is exactly what we need here.  And so we are given it.

The re-arrangement of the lines at the end of the song helps us keep focus and allow us to accept the very different ending too.  I enjoyed it, and it did really make me want to hear Dylan’s versions again — for all the right reasons.

Karen O (singer from the Yeah, Yeah Yeahs): Highway 61 Revisited

 

I am not sure why we’ve been taken back to “61” but  a re-visit is always welcome, although here we are getting Dylan’s lyrics, melody and  the essence of the original accompaniment.  But still it’s lively, it’s fun.

Maureen Tucker: I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight

Maureen Tucker joined the Velvet Underground when Angus Maclise left because he felt the band sold out when it took a paying gig.   At least that is the story.  I must say I never did that.  But then I never had a chance of fame.

And the story of this version of “I’ll be your baby tonight” is… well, in essence, that Maureen sings out of tune, and the instruments play out of tune.   And…

Rolling Stone called it “counter culture cool”, and yes I did get a lot of the Velvet Underground and what they were doing, and indeed went to see the band several times, and bought the albums, etc, but eventually got fed up with the approach.  After all, how many times can you play a track like this and feel it is enjoyable, or that you are getting something special out of it, or…

But once was enough and it was as relief to see that the next artist Aaron selected was Chrissie Hynde.  And just the introduction of this next piece is enough to make me feel that earlier thoughts were not too unworthy.

This is a fantastic re-working of song I find hard to admire because my views on religion, (in the same way that many might find a song which urges young men to leave their homes, join the army and march to war as a song that is worthy of praise) but this piece always fascinates me because of what happened to Bob in the months after writing this song.

As far as I know Bob has never played this in concert; an interesting thought in itself.  And then when we remember what came next – the set of songs that took Bob away further and further from the earlier Christian songs, from Every grain of sand to the song I know everyone has got so bored with me going on and on and on about over and over again “Making a liar out of me”…. all written in the space of a few months after “Property”.

But despite my prejudice, this version did make me listen again, not just to the musical quality and the arrangement but to the actual lyrics.  And that lovely harmonica interlude.  Just listen to that last verse as Chrissie speaks it

You can laugh at salvation, you can play Olympic games
You think that when you rest at last you’ll go back from where you came
But you’ve picked up quite a story and you’ve changed since the womb
What happened to the real you, you’ve been captured but by whom?

Where was Bob (metaphorically, emotionally, intellectually) when he wrote those lines.  If I had the chance to ask him one question that would be the one.

Patti Smith

And now what would the punk poet laureate make of Changing of the Guard?

Oh, that is good.  Not a version I have heard before (which generally means that the recording was a number 1 hit from a platinum album while I was meandering around China), and I love the way she insists that it is lyrics that are the key to everything here: we will listen.  Yes we will.

Because we don’t have a backing group repeating certain lines, those lines become more important, and the occasional lines sung as harmonies manage not to stand out while standing out.  OK, that’s nonsense, but I can’t think of any other way of expressing the astonishing effect of certain lines sung in close harmony and others not, within the song.

No, this isn’t good.  This really is stunning.  What the band does when Patti isn’t singing is brilliant, and even the bass guitarist needs a mention here, for being neither invisible nor visible (which is also a dumb statement since I am writing about music, but again I am stuck for words.)

This singer and this band has done something utterly brilliant with this song.  I am overwhelmed.  Even the la-la-la at the end is imaginative and perfect.

Siouxsie And The Banshees

Having been overwhelmed I am not any more.  This is all right, but, well just that.   I am committed to reviewing the songs in the order that Aaron presents them to me, but if I were not I’d have this one earlier in the list, so I could have finished with Patti Smith.

So I will

 

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It takes some getting used to. Rough and Rowdy Ways Part 1

by Stephen Scobie

 When I first listened all the way through to Bob Dylan’s new album,  Rough and Rowdy Ways (RRW), I felt a bit like the English poet Basil Bunting encountering Ezra Pound’s Cantos:

There they are, you will have to go a long way round
if you want to avoid them.
It takes some getting used to. There are the Alps,
fools! Sit down and wait for them to crumble!

The album is so epic, so immense, that it seems impossible to write any kind of conventional “review,” any neat summation of themes, any reductive analysis or critical evaluation.  It’s just too big; it takes some getting used to.

So this article is not a review.  It doesn’t pretend to have a coherent, unified viewpoint, from which every odd detail can be slotted into place.  Rather, it is a series of rough notes on individual lines and phrases which particularly struck me in the course of my first few listenings.

Many of these notes involve quotations: identifying sources, references, echoes, allusions.  Much of this work has already been done by assiduous commentators on the internet; I cannot claim credit for being the first to discover and point out most of the identifications (though I do think I have pinned down a couple of references which I have not yet seen identified on the web).

Nor do I intend to pay any attention here to the vexed problems of allusion, intertextuality, or plagiarism, which I have extensively addressed elsewhere.  Certainly, I make no pretence at completeness.  There are many references which I have omitted, knowingly or unknowingly.  Some I may have added in, hearing echoes where none is intended.  This is not a coherent argument: these are first-draft impressions, preliminary reactions, rough and possibly even rowdy.

Packaging…

Could scarcely be more minimal.  The musicians are barely listed; the production (presumably by Dylan himself) not at all.  The front cover photograph is by contemporary English photographer Ian Berry,  The original image was in black and white; the sepia colouring enhances the illusion of a time past – suggesting some 1920s juke joint in the Deep South, but actually taken in London in 1964.

The packaging includes the hagiographic pose of JFK, but not the lurid image which accompanied the pre-release of “False Prophet,” showing a skeleton in a top hat wielding a hypodermic needle.  There is a photo of Jimmy Rodgers, but none of Dylan himself.

Title

The title is rather odd.  “My Rough and Rowdy Ways” is a 1929 song by Jimmy Rodgers.  Dylan is a big fan, having produced a whole tribute album to the “singing brakeman.”  But RRW, other than the title and inside cover photo, contains (as far as I can tell) no other reference or quotation from Rodgers.  Neither is it especially rough – the production is meticulous – or rowdy – even at its most energetic, it’s not going to have your neighbours banging on the wall.  That’s not a criticism: the music is excellent.  But quietly excellent.

“I Contain Multitudes”

The Walt Whitman quote, or at least the idea of it, has been hanging around Bob Dylan critical circles for a long time.  I’m not sure if anyone has actually used the line, though it wouldn’t surprise me if someone has.  Anyway, Dylan has now done it for them.  But it’s one thing to have this Whitmanian (Whitmaniac?) virtue ascribed to you by a critic; it is quite another thing (as Walt himself must have known) to claim it for yourself.  It may be useful for sidestepping accusations of inconsistency or self-contradiction; but identifying yourself with Whitman does carry elements of bragging and egotism.  So, as we will see, such claims are occasionally undercut by wry self-deprecation or deliberate exaggeration.

Today and tomorrow and yesterday too

Possibly a distant echo of Macbeth – “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow … all our yesterdays”?  There is an air of Shakespearean tragedy all over this album.  Lady Macbeth will appear close to the end, over an hour from now.

Follow me close, I’m going to Bally-na-Lee    

Where?  After the obvious Whitman reference, here comes Dylan in the third line throwing a curve ball to all potential transcribers and annotators.  Where is this place, and how do you even spell it?  Turns out it’s a village in Ireland, associated with a 19th century Irish poet, Antoine O Raifteiri, whose work Dylan has reportedly discussed with Shane MacGowan, lead singer of The Pogues.  (There may also be an echo from Thoor Ballylee, the home of W.B. Yeats.) As such – a distant location, out on the edge, with a few literary ghosts – perhaps it functions as a bookend to the penultimate song of the album – Key West.

I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds

Sets up the first of a series of rhymes for “multitudes.”  I wrote above about Dylan using self-deprecating humour to undercut the possible arrogance of equating himself with Walt Whitman.  The line juxtaposes the trivial with the profound.  “Blood feuds” is only the first of a long series of images of justice as vengeance, judgements rendered as acts of extreme and personal violence.  (This theme has become increasingly prominent in Dylan’s work over the last twenty years.)  It pierces to the heart of the debate between public justice and private revenge, society’s transition from the endless extension of “blood feud” to the rule of law, in which the state claims a monopoly on violence.  This debate continues to this day, but was most memorably articulated by, yes, Hamlet – “Murder Most Foul.”

Yet here, this intensely serious theme is casually paired with “I fuss my hair.”  Now, I would readily agree that there are few heads of hair in the world more worth fussing with than Bob Dylan’s, especially circa 1966 (as ultimately portrayed by the late Milton Glaser).  But it scarcely equates with “blood feuds.”  The coupling here urges you to see an element of irony in Dylan’s commitment to revenge.  The language of “blood feuds” is always, knowingly, a bit over the top.

  1. But it turns out we’re not yet quite finished with “fuss.”  But for that, you’ll have to wait until I get to “Mother of Muses.”
Got a tell tale heart like Mister Poe

Volume 8 of Dylan’s “Bootleg Series,” which covers the years around Time Out Of Mind, is entitled Tell Tale Signs (2008).  In Poe, the “heart” belongs to the victim of murder, whose beating heart remains audible as an accusation beyond death.  In Dylan, the role of victim is ascribed to the singer himself, the author of the “signs,” and the signs are the songs, or at least the alternative takes and rejected drafts of songs which, once buried, are now permitted to sound beyond the walls of their tombs.

Red Cadillac and a Black Moustache

Classic rock and roll song by Warren Smith (1957), covered by Dylan (2001).  The recording was used as a TV commercial for

Cadillac cars and trucks.  Dylan has cheerfully allowed his songs to be used to advertise all kinds of products, from Victoria’s Secret lingerie to (just this last weekend) Travelers Insurance golf tournament.   Purists have been distressed, but hey, why not?  If you contain multitudes, why shouldn’t that include salesman for ladies’ underwear? But the Cadillac will also show up later on RRW, as will “red.”

I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana            Jones
And them British bad boys, the Rolling        Stones 

This is the first, and perhaps the most unsettling, instance of a device which Dylan uses throughout RRW, and which eventually consumes it entirely: a list of culturally well-known names (authors, singers, titles) arranged in groups of two or three, held together by rhyme, as if each pairing was a mini-collage, in which the significance was to be found not in the terms themselves but in the very act of their juxtaposition.  Sometimes the names in the list support each other; at other times they seem bizarrely incongruous, even indeed in violent conflict with each other – as here.

What do these three names possibly have in common with each other (aside from the tenuous link that Indiana Jones fought Nazis)?  Indeed, the placing of Anne Frank’s name in this company may be regarded as offensive.  Or the lines may be subject to the criticism levelled by Samuel Johnson against John Donne: “The most heterogeneous ideas are yoked by violence together.”

In the next lines, Dylan ventures that all these characters “go right to the edge … go right to the end.”  Fair enough: but the question remains: of all the characters in human history who have gone to the edge, why these three?  In his New York Times interview with Douglas Brinkley, Dylan admits that basically, he just doesn’t know:

“Those kind of songs for me just come out of the blue, out of thin air… There are certain public figures that are just in your subconscious for one reason or another.  None of those songs with designated names are intentionally written.  They just fall down from space.  I’m just as bewildered as  anybody else as to why I write them.”

Or in other words: I contain multitudes.

Everything’s flowing, all at the same time

In Greek, panta rhei: all things are in flux, unstable, impermanent.  Central tenet of the Greek philosopher Heroclitus.  In 1919, faced with the complete collapse of European civilisation over the previous five years, Ezra Pound, already “fighting in the Captain’s tower,” wrote: “’All things are a flowing,’ / Sage Heraclitus said.”

I live on a Boulevard of Crime

This was the name colloquially given in the mid-19th century to the stretch of the Boulevard du Temple in Paris housing the popular theatres – tragedies, comedies, melodramas, musicals, mime shows.  Its name came from the prevalence of petty crime: pickpockets, muggings, blackmail.  It was the setting (though that is far too weak a word) for the film Les Enfants du Paradis  (Children of Paradise), written by Jacques Prévert, directed by Marcel Carné, filmed more or less clandestinely in Nazi-occupied Paris, released after the war to become one of the great classics of French cinema – and also, as it happens, to become one of Bob Dylan’s all-time favourite movies.  It is a dominant influence on mid-70s Dylan, especially on the Rolling Thunder Revue and Renaldo and Clara.  The aim of that movie, Dylan once told Allen Ginsberg, was to “stop time.”  What art could do, then, was to counter the sense that all things are flowing.  Indeed, throughout RRW, Dylan offers various images of time suspended, time cancelled.  And here comes the first one:

I sleep with life and death in the same bed

Red blue jeans

Has “blue jeans” become such a generic term that their colour doesn’t matter?  Are “red blue jeans” what you wear when crossing the Red River in red Cadillac?

I carry four pistols and two large knives

The first in a formidable arsenal wielded by the singer throughout the album.

I play Beethoven’s sonatas, Chopin’s preludes

 I look forward to hearing the bootlegs.

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 This series of articles continues.  Meanwhile you might also be interested in some of the other articles we have published on Rowdy Ways.

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