Let us go you and I to where some lyrics from poems and songs are spread out in Bob Dylan’s song lyrics – for example, we’ve recently looked at poets Robert Frost, Anthony Raferty, Robert Browning, and Edward Taylor.
Here be more tributes – this one to the blues song below:
AlI I could see was the rain
Something grabbed a hold of her
Felt to me honey, Lord, like a ball and chain
(Janis Joplin: Ball And Chain ~ 'Big Mama' Thornton)
Switching the rhyme from ~ ‘rain’/’chain’ to ‘brain’/’chain’ in the following revenge-filled lyrics:
You lost your mule
You got a poison brain
I'll marry you to a ball and chain
(Bob Dylan: False Prophet)
Beneath, Bob Dylan pays tribute to a melancholic song:
Each place I go only the lonely go
Some little small cafe
The songs I know only the lonely know
(Frank Sinatra: Only The Lonely ~ Heusen/Cahn)
In the following lyrics,the singer/songwriter sticks to the same rhyme ~ ‘go’/’know’:
I ain't no false prophet
I just know what I know
I go where only the lonely can go
(Bob Dylan: False Prophet)
Now a a tribute paid to a melancholic Gothic Romantic poet- quoted below:
My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
(John Keats: Ode To A Nightingale)
Changes ~ ‘pains’/’drains’ to ‘pain’/ ‘drain’:
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
And my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain
(Bob Dylan: Not Dark Yet)
As indicated in the lines above, a true artist fears not intellectual contradictions, ambiguity, and confusion – so too in the lines below in which fame is compared to an alluring woman:
Make the best bow to her, and bid adieu
Then if she likes it, she will follow you
"You cannot eat you cake, and have it too"
(John Keats: On Fame)
Ah yes, why not grasp contradiction; this time play your hand outright; invert the sentiment and gender; and at the same time retain most of the rhyme ~ ‘adieu’/’you’/’to’?:
You can have your cake, and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you?
(Bob Dylan: Lay, Lady, Lay)
Keeping on keeping on – a nod to a Romantic Transcendental poet, an optimist in the days of youth:
There was a time when every meadow, grove, and stream
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem apparelled in celestial light
The glory and freshness of a dream
(William Wordsworth: Imitations Of Immortality)
Below, the Romantic poet’s theme of the innocence of youth lost in th sorrows of adulthood; keeping the rhyme ~ ‘stream/’dream’:
I cross the Green Mountain
I slept by a stream
Heaven blazing in my head
I dreamt a monstrous dream
(Bob Dylan: 'Cross The Green Mountain)
In short, a goodly part of the artistic creative process involves borrowing from the lyrical art of yesterday, and adding appropriate musical accompaniment in order to make it appealing to today’s audiences of the popular entertainment business.
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As we begin a new series on this massive page, in this very first episode I would like to start from the more recent cases and go further to the past.
The focus should be mostly on Dylan originals, maybe a collaboration with someone else in the songwriting process here and there too. But no covers.
The first one we can mention is “Narrow Way” from Tempest, a heavy blues where Bob “raps” typical Dylanesque lines, which many people view as an unfortunately what-seems-to-be buried song already. Maybe not?
We don’t know what the future holds for Dylan’s live performances. But never say never. Still, at this moment, it’s untouched live and we have to try and understand why.
Tempest currently, compared to other Mod-Bob albums (albums from Time Out Of Mind onward, without Rough And Rowdy Ways in this case since it never even had a chance to be promoted live in concert) has three songs that are untouched live.
All three of those, to be fair, to me at least, look like very expected and understandable choices.
Those songs are along with Narrow Way: Tin Angel and Tempest. Three very lengthy pieces.
So we ask ourselves now, why Narrow Way?
Aside from being lengthy and would need Bob to either memorize a lot of lyrics, or have him sit on the piano while reading the lyric sheets?
First of all, Dylan is no stranger to ignoring bluesy numbers. Previous albums had their own ignored blues numbers: Dirt Road Blues, Someday Baby, Shake Shake Mama.
But why Narrow Way? It seems like a song Dylan could play. If he did Rollin’ And Tumblin’ and Highway 61 Revisited and similar styles, why ignore this one?
I’m not a fan of this song, to be honest. I don’t like the studio version. I do find a lot of brilliance in the lyrics. And I’m not saying the song is bad. For my taste, it’s too repetitive. I’m not sure I ever finished it unless I decided to listen to the full Tempest album.
That’s not to say that live it wouldn’t be better. Maybe it would. Still, I’m glad it was rejected.
I have barely swallowed Summer Days and its 800+ live performances over the last 20 years now. Or even Thunder On The Mountain which improved in the 2017-2019 period.
I’m pretty sure that if Bob ever debuted this one, it would get 500 performances at least and other songs like Early Roman Kings and Pay In Blood would be played less because of this one.
Luckily for me, unluckily for some fans of this song, it never happened.
But still… Why?
I really can’t say, other than the song is pretty tricky because of its length and the lyrics that keep spinning around.
The sound of the song is very easy for his band to catch, and Charlie Sexton would probably be the leader in those arrangements, and I can absolutely see it working on piano for Bob.
But then again “it’s a long road, it’s a long and narrow way”, lyrically speaking. It would probably feature a lot of lyrical revisions too.
I would imagine this song sounding its best in 2014 and 2015. Bob’s voice would be perfect then for this song. Mixing standards with this one would have been some great gigs for sure.
Maybe we’ll get to hear it some day live if all goes well? But until then, it’s a long and narrow way.
August 16 2009, Bob Dylan decided to play a song for the one and only time. It was “Heartbreak Hotel”. The venue was Harvey’s Lake Tahoe Outdoor Arena, Stateline, NY.
https://youtu.be/-uiBGiIivCE
So why that song on that day? Well, that’s where you come in, because I don’t know.
The Elvis single was recorded on 10 January 1956 in Nashville, and issued two and a half weeks later.
The song was co-written by Tommy Durden and Mae Boren Axton who is also credited with introducing Elvis to Colonel Tom Parker, and was involved in getting RCA to sign Presley to their label. The song then got into the top of the Country and Western, pop, and Rhythm ‘n’ Blues charts simultaneously, which when one comes to think of it, is rather bizarre.
Durden began writing the lyrics for “Heartbreak Hotel” when he was inspired by a Miami Herald story about a man who committed suicide, leaving a note that read “I walk a lonely street.” However I suspect Durden did not get his songwriting contract properly sorted because although he wrote songs for Tex Ritter, Johnny Cash and Johnny Tillotson he later worked as a dishwasher repairman which is really sad. I think we should honour the composers (even part composers) of masterpieces. He died in 1999 at the age of 79.
Heartbreak Hotel was top of the Billboard and Cashbox charts for seven and six weeks respectively and became a millon seller. Elvis last performed in on 29 May 1977. In 1995 (four years before its co-writer’s death) “Heartbreak Hotel” was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame. I can only hope someone remembered to invite its co-composer.
It is just about the only song I can think of that has its first chorus accompanied only by the double bass. Indeed the whole accompaniment is a stunning masterpiece. Even if you know the song inside out, I’d urge you to play the Elvis version and try (if possible) to ignore the voice and just listen to how the accompaniment changes, verse by verse. It really is adventurous orchestration – especially considering when it was written.
As for my second selection from the once only files today, this is just absolute pure emotion on my part, for I don’t think I have ever been so upset at the passing of one of my life time heroes as I was when the news of Tom Petty’s death was announced.
Bob played “Learning to Fly” on 21 October 2017, just under three weeks after Tom Petty’s passing on 2 October. The venue is 1st Bank Center, Broomfield, CO, USA
There are so many recordings of Learning to Fly that could be inserted at this point but I am going to cheat and insert a double header “I Need to Know” and “Learning to Fly”. If you want to skip the first track starts at 2’43”.
I don’t know anyone who could work with the audience like Tom Petty, and this is a perfect example. What’s more the song is so incredibly simple, and yet so stunningly powerful, it is an absolute masterpiece of the genre. I still find the final lines completely overwhelming.
Well, some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crownSo I've started out for God knows where
I guess I'll know when I get there
Next something I don’t understand at all. What follows is, according to the normally very accurate and helpful Setlist.fm website the one and only performance of “We’d better talk this over”
This was performed at the Sun Theater, Anaheim, CA on March 10, 2000.
But, but but, according to BobDylan.com Bob played this 15 times between July and December 1978, and with 2000 performance being an isolated subsequent performance.
Now I only double checked this because I felt sure that I had come across the song at other times. I’ve included this recording both because I really like, but also because it reminds me that when it comes to Dylan all sources might not be as accurate as we might hope (particularly including anything I write).
To me this is a superb Dylan song, the arrangement makes some interesting changes from the recorded version with the way Bob holds onto one note in the verse and deliberately comes in fraction of beat before that in the recorded version.
And having made the mistake I now have the chance to offer you this. It is an extraordinary re-working of the song, which I utterly adore, from 1978.
https://youtu.be/k8qhAQTvnns
Many thanks to mr tambourine for this. I know it shouldn’t be here in the “Once only file” but in a yet to be started “Total re-working” series. But it is so good I couldn’t resist.
But now I’ll finish with one that I am fairly sure is right. “Shadows,” the Gordon Lightfoot song performed at Rexall Place, Edmonton, Alberta, on 9 October 2012 – performed there in recognition of Lightfoot’s origins.
Here is the original
Of the album, Gordon Lightfoot, said it was “the music industry’s best-kept secret”. If you like the song there is a second version following the recording above.
Although I can’t find the source of the quote, Bob is reputed to have said, “Every time I hear a song of his, it’s like I wish it would last forever.”
Which is about as high a recommendation as one might get, and a good place to pause this review of the songs Bob has only played once. More anon.
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Broadcaster Dylan only once plays one of his songs, a song from the legendary Bascom Lamar Lunsford (“Poor Jesse James”, in episode 92, Cops And Robbers). By way of introduction, he tells a few things about the archetype Jesse James, but nothing about Lunsford. Just as The Minstrel Of The Appalachians is mentioned twice in Dylan’s autobiography Chronicles, both times without further introduction:
“Logan was from Kentucky, wore a black neckerchief and played the banjo…was an expert in playing Bascom Lamar Lunsford songs like “Mole in the Ground” and “Grey Eagle.”
And a little further on:
“Elliott was far beyond me. There were a few other Ramblin’ Jack records that he had, too — one where he sings with Derroll Adams, a singer buddy of his from Portland who played banjo like Bascom Lamar Lunsford.”
Bascom Lamar Lunsford (1882-1973), apparently, needs no further introduction, but is a point of reference in itself; Dylan only uses his name, remarkably, to introduce other supporting actors. Like saying “he sings like Caruso and plays guitar like Hendrix” – you don’t need to explain further who Caruso and Hendrix are, they are, on the contrary, themselves the points of reference to describe the qualities of a character.
Well, maybe Lunsford does have that status, this “being beyond explanation”, for Dylan. References and borrowings can be found throughout Dylan’s entire oeuvre, after all. From the two Lunsford songs alone on the ground-breaking compilation album Anthology of American Folk Music, Dylan draws for three, four songs.
The Anthology of American Folk Music is a three-part double album compilation from 1952 with eighty-four folk, country and blues songs, collected by the eccentric amateur music-anthropologist Harry Smith. “I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground” is on Volume 3, containing the famous lines Dylan will reuse in “Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again”:
Oh, I don't like a railroad man
No, I don't like a railroad man
A railroad man, they'll kill you when he can
And drink up your blood like wine
As it is, Dylan has an unlikely memory of songs he has heard once, but these lines come flying by more often. The aforementioned album he is referring to in Chronicles, that Ramblin’ Jack Elliott with Derroll Adams record, is The Rambling Boys from 1957. The last song on it is the pleasantly unpolished “Roll On, Buddy”:
Well I never liked no railroad man
I never liked no railroad man
Cause the railroad man will kill you if he can
Drink up your blood like wine
(and in the following verse “I slept in the pen with the rough and rowdy men”, by the way). The rest of the track list also suggests that Dylan has played the album more than once: “Buffalo Skinners”, “Danville Girl”, “East Virginia Blues”… all songs whose echoes descend in Dylan’s work over the years.
The other Lunsford song on that Anthology is on side 4: “Dry Bones” (not to be confused with “Dem Bones”, the hit of the Delta Rhythm Boys from the 40s).
Lunsford records “Dry Bones” in 1928, after he learned the song, according to his own words, in North Carolina from one Romney, an itinerant black preacher. It is a powerful, simple song with a colourful, biblical text. The five short verses meander haphazardly through the Holy Scriptures, as through Genesis in the first verse:
Old Enoch he lived to be three-hundred and sixty-five
When the Lord came and took him back to heaven alive
The next stanzas pluck from Acts, Exodus and Ezekiel, so criss-cross from the Bible. The first great aha moment for the Dylan fan is the chorus:
I saw, I saw the light from heaven
Shining all around.
I saw the light come shining.
I saw the light come down
… an inspiration for one of Dylan’s outside category songs, for “I Shall Be Released”. The second eye-opener is the third verse:
When Moses saw that a-burning bush
He walked it 'round and 'round
And the Lord said to Moses
"You's treadin' holy ground"
(Bascom Lamar’s recording is a historical treasure, but unfortunately quite rough and rowdy. The Handsome Family’s rendition from 2003 is beautiful:
The structure of “Highway 61 Revisited” is the structure that keeps on fascinating Dylan, for the time being. Five unrelated verses, only held together by the same decor which is always revealed in the recurring refrain line: Highway 61, indeed. The same set-up as “Desolation Row”, “Stuck Inside Of Mobile”, “Watching The River Flow”… up to and including “Crossing The Rubicon” (2020), the poet Dylan remains attracted to this topographical variant of the medieval François Villon ballad structure.
The rhyme schemes are just as archaic, for that matter; Dylan varies on abab ccc and on aaaa-bbb – schemes that we have known since the Romans and that are still popular in 21st century rap music. Dylan uses it in two of the five verses in the classical way; in the fifth line, the line that breaks the rhyme, the perspective shifts. In the other three a monologue continues; all too conscientiously the lieder poet did not shape his text.
That decor, finally, is well known and loaded. The highway running from Dylan’s hometown of Duluth to New Orleans, the U.S. Route 61, is a 2300 km long highway that roughly follows the Mississippi and is called the Blues Highway. Along the way, the highway cuts through quite a few mythical places. Elvis’ Memphis, for example, Chuck Berry’s St. Louis, Muddy Waters’ hometown Rolling Fork, the crossroads where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil and whatnot.
Officially the name has existed since 1926, completed the Highway was in 1929 – and it has been sung at least since 1932, since Roosevelt Sykes recorded his “Highway 61 Blues”. Between Sykes in 1932 and Dylan in ’65 a good dozen songs about Highway 61 were written and recorded, so Dylan’s addition “revisited” also has a music historical connotation. The walking music encyclopaedia Dylan is probably familiar with most of those predecessors, as well as with related songs like Big Joe Williams’ “Highway 49” and – of course – Robert Johnson’s “Cross Road Blues”. But neither in content nor in stylistic terms does Dylan’s song have much in common with all those Highway 61 songs; for that the poet especially thanks Bascom Lamar Lunsford, the Minstrel of the Appalachian, the banjo-playing lawyer, who with his “Dry Bones” provides the template for that crushing opening stanza:
Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on”
God say, “No.” Abe say, “What?”
God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’ you better run”
Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done?”
God says, “Out on Highway 61”
… the comic effect achieved by trivialising Holy Scripture, by putting popular slum jargon in God’s and Abraham’s mouth, Dylan has learned from Lunsford. Dylan amplifies the effect by shortening the name of the patriarch to the buddy-buddy variant Abe and by making God talk like a Mafia boss – although the latter, with some flexibility, can be heard with Lunsford too. The Lord said to Moses: “You’s treading holy ground” could be understood as “Look out kid”, after all.
But that’s another story and shall be told another time.
To be continued. Next up: Highway 61 Revisited – part II
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As illustrated previously, Bob Dylan travels back in time in order to stimulate his creative juices; drops hints of what poems and songs he sources by employing the same rhymes or twisting them a bit.
One version of a song:
The evening sun is sinking low
The woods are dark, the town is too
They'll drag you down, they run the show
Ain't no telling what they'll do
(Bob Dylan: Tell Old Bill)
The rhymes above ~ ‘low’/’show’; the rhymes below ~’know’/ ‘snow’
Whose these woods are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He'll not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow ....
He only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
(Robert Frost: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening)
Another example, and with ~ ‘too’/’do’ again:
Today and tomorrow and yesterday too
The flowers are dying like all things do
Follow me close, I'm going to Ballinalee
I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
I'll fuss up my hair, and I'll fight bood feuds
I contain multitudes
(Bob Dylan: I Contain Multitudes)
Note the Dylanesque “rhyme twist” ~ ‘Ballinalee’/’me’ – from the above song;
~ ‘Bally-na-Lee’/’Raferty’/’me’ – from the following Irish ballad:
On my way to Mass to say a prayer
The wind was high, sowing rain
I met a maid with wind-wild hair
And madly fell in love again ....
A table was set with glasses, and drink was set
And then says the lassie, turning to me
"You are welcome, Raferty, so drink the wet
To love's demands in Bally-na-Lee"
(Anthony Raferty: The Lass From Bally-na-Lee ~ translation)
The following song lyrics also go back in time:
And you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize all fear
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tear ...
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six month sentence
Ah, but you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize all fear
Bury the rag deep in your face
Now is the time for your tear
(Bob Dylan: The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll)
There’s the rhyme ~ ‘disgrace’/’face’in the above song; ‘disgrace’/’face’/’erase’/’place’ – from the dramatic monologue below:
Take the cloak from off his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!
How he lies in his rights of man!
Death has done all death can ...
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace? ....
I stand here now, he lies in his place
Cover the face!
(Robert Browning: After)
Looking back at another example:
With your silhouette when the night dims
Into your eyes were the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs, and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
(Bob Dylan: Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands)
Above ~ ‘dims’/’swims’/’hymns’; below ~ ‘dim’/’within’/’swim’ – from a Baroque poem:
You want clear spectacles: your eyes are dim
Turn inside out, and turn your eyes within
Your sins like motes in the sun do swim: nay, see
Your mites are molehills, molehills mountain be
(Edward Taylor: The Accusation Of The Inward Man)
Now a Dylan song that makes reference to a bluegrass tune:
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
(Bob Dylan: It's Alright Ma)
Thusly ~ ‘fates’/’waits’/’plates’/’gates’/’states’; and ~ ‘fate’/’wait’/’late’:
Why meet a terrible fate
Mercies abundantly wait
Turn back before it's too late
You're drifting too far from the shore
(Monroe Brothers: Drifting Too Far From The Shore ~ C. Moody)
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We (which is to say Aaron) has/have found a Dylan co-composition which we have missed; a third Dylan/Ginsberg track.
Ginsberg wrote the poem after he visited the War victims of East Pakistan, now Bangladesh, on Jessore Road in 1971.
Dylan wrote the music and played piano, organ, acoustic and electric guitars. A one minute 17 seconds excerpt was originally issued as a Flexi disc given away with Sing Out magazine in 1972. The complete performance was eventually issued in 1994 on Ginsberg’s Holy Soul, Jelly Roll box set.
Now what is interesting is that this semi-spoken approach with a sparse accompaniment preludes “Rough and Rowdy Ways” by 38 years. And yes, of course the approach is different in detail and style, “Rough and Rowdy” being much more spaced out, and the final effect is very different. Yet the technique of making the melody secondary to the accompaniment is similar.
That is not to say we might suggest Dylan thought back to this piece when composing his 21st century epic, but rather the experimental route that came to fruition in 2020 was touched upon all those years before.
Of course many people turn away quickly from Ginsburg, not grasping why Dylan worked with the man, but we would urge everyone to try this, and not turn it off after a few seconds. It is a remarkable composition, and a rare insight into Bob Dylan, the musical arranger.
Here are the lyrics
September on Jessore Road
Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
Millions of fathers in rain
Millions of mothers in pain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of sisters nowhere to go
One Million aunts are dying for bread
One Million uncles lamenting the dead
Grandfather millions homeless and sad
Grandmother millions silently mad
Millions of daughters walk in the mud
Millions of children wash in the flood
A Million girls vomit & groan
Millions of families hopeless alone
Millions of souls nineteenseventyone
homeless on Jessore road under grey sun
A million are dead, the million who can
Walk toward Calcutta from East Pakistan
Taxi September along Jessore Road
Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load
past watery fields thru rain flood ruts
Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts
Wet processions Families walk
Stunted boys big heads don't talk
Look bony skulls & silent round eyes
Starving black angels in human disguise
Mother squats weeping & points to her sons
Standing thin legged like elderly nuns
small bodied hands to their mouths in prayer
Five months small food since they settled there
on one floor mat with small empty pot
Father lifts up his hands at their lot
Tears come to their mother's eye
Pain makes mother Maya cry
Two children together in palmroof shade
Stare at me no word is said
Rice ration, lentils one time a week
Milk powder for warweary infants meek
No vegetable money or work for the man
Rice lasts four days eat while they can
Then children starve three days in a row
and vomit their next food unless they eat slow.
On Jessore road Mother wept at my knees
Bengali tongue cried mister Please
Identity card torn up on the floor
Husband still waits at the camp office door
Baby at play I was washing the flood
Now they won't give us any more food
The pieces are here in my celluloid purse
Innocent baby play our death curse
Two policemen surrounded by thousands of boys
Crowded waiting their daily bread joys
Carry big whistles & long bamboo sticks
to whack them in line They play hungry tricks
Breaking the line and jumping in front
Into the circle sneaks one skinny runt
Two brothers dance forward on the mud stage
Teh gaurds blow their whistles & chase them in rage
Why are these infants massed in this place
Laughing in play & pushing for space
Why do they wait here so cheerful & dread
Why this is the House where they give children bread
The man in the bread door Cries & comes out
Thousands of boys and girls Take up his shout
Is it joy? is it prayer? "No more bread today"
Thousands of Children at once scream "Hooray!"
Run home to tents where elders await
Messenger children with bread from the state
No bread more today! & and no place to squat
Painful baby, sick shit he has got.
Malnutrition skulls thousands for months
Dysentery drains bowels all at once
Nurse shows disease card Enterostrep
Suspension is wanting or else chlorostrep
Refugee camps in hospital shacks
Newborn lay naked on mother's thin laps
Monkeysized week old Rheumatic babe eye
Gastoenteritis Blood Poison thousands must die
September Jessore Road rickshaw
50,000 souls in one camp I saw
Rows of bamboo huts in the flood
Open drains, & wet families waiting for food
Border trucks flooded, food cant get past,
American Angel machine please come fast!
Where is Ambassador Bunker today?
Are his Helios machinegunning children at play?
Where are the helicopters of U.S. AID?
Smuggling dope in Bangkok's green shade.
Where is America's Air Force of Light?
Bombing North Laos all day and all night?
Where are the President's Armies of Gold?
Billionaire Navies merciful Bold?
Bringing us medicine food and relief?
Napalming North Viet Nam and causing more grief?
Where are our tears? Who weeps for the pain?
Where can these families go in the rain?
Jessore Road's children close their big eyes
Where will we sleep when Our Father dies?
Whom shall we pray to for rice and for care?
Who can bring bread to this shit flood foul'd lair?
Millions of children alone in the rain!
Millions of children weeping in pain!
Ring O ye tongues of the world for their woe
Ring out ye voices for Love we don't know
Ring out ye bells of electrical pain
Ring in the conscious of America brain
How many children are we who are lost
Whose are these daughters we see turn to ghost?
What are our souls that we have lost care?
Ring out ye musics and weep if you dare--
Cries in the mud by the thatch'd house sand drain
Sleeps in huge pipes in the wet shit-field rain
waits by the pump well, Woe to the world!
whose children still starve in their mother's arms curled.
Is this what I did to myself in the past?
What shall I do Sunil Poet I asked?
Move on and leave them without any coins?
What should I care for the love of my loins?
What should we care for our cities and cars?
What shall we buy with our Food Stamps on Mars?
How many millions sit down in New York
& sup this night's table on bone & roast pork?
How many millions of beer cans are tossed
in Oceans of Mother? How much does She cost?
Cigar gasolines and asphalt car dreams
Stinking the world and dimming star beams --
Finish the war in your breast with a sigh
Come tast the tears in your own Human eye
Pity us millions of phantoms you see
Starved in Samsara on planet TV
How many millions of children die more
before our Good Mothers perceive the Great Lord?
How many good fathers pay tax to rebuild
Armed forces that boast the children they've killed?
How many souls walk through Maya in pain
How many babes in illusory pain?
How many families hollow eyed lost?
How many grandmothers turning to ghost?
How many loves who never get bread?
How many Aunts with holes in their head?
How many sisters skulls on the ground?
How many grandfathers make no more sound?
How many fathers in woe
How many sons nowhere to go?
How many daughters nothing to eat?
How many uncles with swollen sick feet?
Millions of babies in pain
Millions of mothers in rain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of children nowhere to go
November 14-16, 1971
We’re adding this to the list of Dylan compositions which takes us up to 621 songs with 620 reviewed.
By Aaron Galbraith (song selection and introductions) and Tony Attwood (meandering pontifications while the music plays).
This time we have looked for John Wesley Harding covers. So without further ado…
Indigo Girls – All Along The Watchtower.
Aaron: I liked this version a lot; lots of passion. Even if you don’t, you should be happy as I also found a 12 minute prog rock version by a group called Affinity! But I decided to include the Indigo Girls one – I just couldn’t do that to you!
Tony: I don’t know this band but on hearing the instrumental introduction I thought, “Wow this is going to be good,” but then the lead vocalist came in, and for me, as soon as she pronounced, “I gotta tell you now” it all fell apart. I suppose that is my prejudice – I just don’t think you do that in a Dylan piece – quite simply because Dylan eschews the commonplace conventions. He doesn’t tell us he’s going to tell it like it is, because he’s so far beyond that, it would be nonsense. (See also the end of this article in about half an hour’s time).
It does come across to me as a shout, and that is a great shame because in the instrumental interludes this really is fine music. Ah well…
Aaron: Now here are two tracks by a lady called Jessica Rhayne. They are from her Dylan covers album Just Like A Woman. I loved both of these so decided to include both.
Jessica Rhayne: I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine
Tony: If you’ve read my ramblings in this series before you’ll know I try and write the the commentaries as I hear the songs selected by Aaron, and thus it was that I heard “Watchtower” without any idea what was coming next.
But this is beautiful. And the harmonies – the bass player has such a beautiful tenor voice to sing along with Jessica Rhayne; it was elegant and delightful before the verse where he entered, but that voice of his added a lot to it. Very taunting of the director not to let us see the bass player when he first comes in.
This really is how a song like this should be undertaken – understanding the original and exploring it to see if it can be taken further – which in this case it can. Of course Hendrix didn’t do that with the Watchtower; he took the original and tore it apart – as needed to happen (see also the final review in this article) but doing that is a once every five or ten years event. Anyone can do it, very very few can do it well.
Jessica Rhaye: As I Went Out One Morning
Oh wow this bassist has a range and a half, and it really does fit with Ms Rhayne. What is really impressive here is that these songs are all very simple – most of them are straight three verses and that’s that. So there is not much to work with, but as far as I remember that second chord the group put into lines one and two was not in the Dylan original. They use it later as well, and it works perfectly.
There is no temptation to go over the top, even with the slightly distorted guitar near the end. This really is a re-interpretation that carries on the tradition and feeling of the original song. It is music that I want to come back to and experience again, no matter how well I know the songs.
Joan Baez – I pity the poor immigrant.
Aaron: Thea Gilmore does this one also but I love Joan’s version best.
Tony: With Joan we know that we are fairly likely to get an understanding interpretation, with gentle reworkings, delicately handled. And that is exactly what we have here.
The only problem is that I find many of Joan Baez’ reworkings so respectfully handled that there are no surprises, and somehow I find that I like and want surprises. I love the original Dylan recordings, but the covers that really move me are the ones that go that little bit further.
The pianist does his/her best within the context but it still doesn’t make think, “oh wow I am hearing elements in this song that I have never heard before”. Yes it does make me hear that title line more uncomfortably, and that I guess is part of the purpose, but not that much more.
It’s nice, it’s worthy, but I am not moved to play it again.
And yes Aaron I have noticed that you have passed Thea Gilmore aside. You won’t get away with it you know.
Rita Coolidge – I’ll be your baby tonight.
Aaron: Lastly [actually no Aaron, as I’m slipping in an extra one as you probably guessed I would] we’ll finish up with one of the most covered of all Dylan songs – I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight. I listed to a fair few of these before deciding which to select, including Marianne Faithful, Maria Muldaur, Barb Jungr, Judy Rodman, Norah Jones and (better than I expected) Goldie Hawn.
Although the Norah Jones version is excellent and definitely worth seeking out., I eventually went with this one by Rita Coolidge. It’s interesting and a different arrangement than I’ve heard before plus she’s an artist we’ve not covered in this series before.
T0ny: Spot on choice here Aaron. This is what music sounds like with a good producer. You’ve got a whole lot of quality musicians in here all using their instruments to say “listen to me, listen to me” and somehow, almost all of the time, they are kept under control.
Just listen to the harmonica and twangy guitar playing a duet in the instrumental break.
And the great thing is that they are not afraid to take it down and make it nice and reserved again, without the musicians falling over each other. Bob’s original meaning of the song is retained too, which is always a bonus.
Aaron: P.S. here’s that Affinity track (turns out I could do that to you 😀)
Tony: And one returned to you… just keep scrolling down.
Tony: This works for me at first because it is interesting and original at every turn. We know from the first second what the song is, but the vocalist keeps us fascinated as we ponder where she is going – the fade out and down at the end of the first verse is totally unexpected and allows the instrumentalists then to take us in a different direction. Very clever arranging in my view.
OK so the keyboard player sounds like he is stuck somewhere around 1969, but well, some 1969 keyboard playing was quite enjoyable in its way. The problem though is that hearing the first prolonged instrumental break once is fine, but if I had the album I am not sure I would play is twice. Especially not when know just how many minutes of my life are going to be taken up listening the the organist indulge his/her fantasies.
But, yes, it is fun to be taken back to the old days. I can almost see the leader giving the nod to say “ok that’s enough extemporisation” while the pianist keeps his eyes shut tight – but still does end as required.
It almost makes me want to get my old Yes albums out. Almost. Not quite. But almost – and that was because of the second solo. I’d got the idea with the first one, and there is nothing more in the second break to be heard. In my mind I see 20 something gentlemen with exceeding long hair, nodding away with hair flapping about from side to side. They could have cut a lot and made the track shorter, and rather more enjoyable. But then it wouldn’t be the 70s would it.
But now, if you have waded through all eleven minutes of the Watchtower you’ll need to recover. If you are still listening, just stop it, it doesn’t change. What happens next however, if you don’t know it, will (as we used to say in the ancient days) “blow your mind”. Besides in the above version of Watchtower, the song ends on the subdominant rather than the tonic, which is extremely uncomfortable. It is, if I might put it crudely, rather like going to the toilet, and then leaving, knowing that there was more to be done.
But enough of such comparisons, let us move on…
Thea Gilmore Drifters’ Escape
Tony: If you are a regular on this site, you will have probably stumbled across the fact that I rate the largely ignored “Drifter’s Escape” as one of Dylan’s great, but mostly unnoticed, works. It is the perfect example of his Kafkaesque period in which nothing at all makes sense although on the surface it momentarily appears that it should do.
Sadly I never found Dylan’s live reworkings of the song did it justice – it was as if he knew he had something there, but wasn’t quite sure what.
And so it all remained until Thea Gilmore came along – as I have mentioned on this site before. Quite often. Rather a lot in fact. I imagine Aaron left it out from his selection just to taunt me.
I have tried a thousand times to explain my devotion to this song, and the contrast between line one and two in this version goes some way. As does the addition of the harmony vocal on the third line.
And we end that first verse with the line, “And I still do not know what I’ve done wrong.” And isn’t that just how it always is?
This is the story of chaos, in a land in which nothing makes any sense at all – which is by and large what the whole JWH album is about. But here the music adds to the context of looking at something which ought to make sense but doesn’t.
The crying out of the attendant and the nurse is one of the most magic moments in Dylan – totally illogical and weird, and here treated in a way that pushes us on into the chaos of people who ought to be making sense but aren’t. Probably only Talking Heads with the Stop Making Sense tour got as close to this feeling that really nothing does make any sense, but it just is, and we are in the middle of it.
This really is an utterly sublime moment of interpretation of Dylan; Dylan in one of his most difficult phases with the words given their most fulsome, fearsome, chaotic meaning.
Yes of course Hendrix did this with the Watchtower, that equally meaningless picture of senselessness, but I suppose I have lived my whole life with Watchtower as the expression of Dylan and Kafka. It was, I guess, with an utter sense of relief that I found a second rendition of this song that made the nonsense make no sense in a perfectly sensible kind of way which somehow I had always felt ought to be possible.
If you see what I mean.
Thanks Aaron. Great fun. Really enjoyed it. Tony
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We welcome articles, contributions and ideas from all our readers. Sadly no one gets paid, but if you are published here, your work will be read by a fairly large number of people across the world, ranging from fans to academics. If you have an idea, or a finished piece send it as a Word file to Tony@schools.co.uk with a note saying that it is for publication on Untold Dylan.
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Bob Dylan’s release of a seventeen-minute song about the assassination of President Kennedy strangely coincided with the Corona lockdown, taking the world by surprise, even more so, as it perfectly blended in with the gloomy atmosphere of the time. The song was released, alongside nine others, on Dylan’s new double album “Rough and Rowdy Ways” on 19 July 2020.
By Leo Ensel
Perfect timing to a fault.
In approximate synchrony with the beginning of the global Corona lockdown, the almost 79-year-old Bob Dylan, who had not released a new song in eight years, unexpectedly returns to the world to show once again with a precise strike where God lives in the singer-songwriter scene. And this with the longest song he has ever written.[1] It is, irritatingly enough, a lamentation about the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, almost 60 years after the event.
Beyond Time
The song appears to come out of nowhere only to lose itself in infinity. Its magnificence and its heartbreaking beauty only reveal themselves little by little. It is a song that begs to be discovered and mulled over—over and over again—as an infinite loop, because, as it finally turns out, this is how it was designed.
But is this even a song? On the first listening, it appears to set the field for a huge surface of sound. Then, sparingly orchestrated, it creates an atmosphere in which music and time stand still, generating one never-ending moment. Harmonies are reduced to the minimum three chords of the cadenza scheme. Light years away, traces of a modified blues scheme appears to shimmer through.
And is it even singing? The Dylan of our time rambles or chants—much like a priest would read his litany, or a rabbi his Kaddish—his endless requiem. He recites most of the lines almost exclusively on one note, which, in combination with the extraordinary length of the song and its endless loop character, lures the attentive listener deeper and deeper into trance, during which—like in a dream—the described events step out of time, break the chronology, and overlap each other.
The title of “Murder Most Foul”, as the net community was quick to point out, has its roots in Shakespeare’s “Hamlet” (I/5), a literary allusion by which Dylan taps into a historic and associative space. The seventeen-minute song spirals around the events of 23 November 1963, the “Dark day in Dallas, November ’63 / A day that will live on in infamy”. It approaches Kennedy’s murder from a thousand perspectives and ends in a gigantic, almost endless lament for the dead.
A narrator, eyewitnesses, real or fake murderers – who can tell the difference in this confusing kaleidoscope? – they all appear in the song to act out their part, including the dying victim himself, in whose comatose inner monologue shreds of third party communication show up, uttered by speakers who are pretending to care about the dying man, when in reality being busy covering up the traces of the most foul murder of the century. The song juxtaposes powerful images, such as “Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die” or “Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing”, lyrics that have the potential to become classic quotations right away and reveal Dylans genetic fingerprint on the spot.
For Dylan, the murder of John F. Kennedy, the “murder most foul”—that much even listeners unfamiliar with the events will understand—is the result of a scandalous conspiracy. Characters like the official lone gunman Lee H. Oswald and his murderer Jack Ruby are “Only a pawn in their game”, as a Dylan song from the year after Kennedy’s murder has it. – But who are ‘they’, the apparently well-organized men behind this timeless crime? Dylan leaves this open for our speculation – which only makes the pale scenery of the song even more eerie.
Voices: Tommy, Pussycat, Lady Macbeth and the Dying President
The song begins with an exact recount of the time and place of the events. But linearity soon gives way. When at the end of the first verse the singer calls on Wolfman Jack, the legendary US disc jockey of the sixties and seventies, to lament for the dead and quotes the title-giving Shakespearean words “murder most foul” for the first time, all contours begin to blur. To an increasing extent, both the meticulous account of the murder’s fragmented details and its cover-up, are mixed and contrasted with snippets from songs and films, with myths and figures of American pop culture from the 1920s to almost the present day. Condensed into archetypes, these figures reappear to surround the scene of the murder like ghosts from ancient and timeless spaces.
First there are the Beatles, who—so it is promised—come to hold the hand of distraught “little children” (the children of the murdered president?); from Liverpool’s River Mersey, the lyrical subject is drawn to the legendary Woodstock ‘Love & Peace Festival’ – only to land directly in front of the stage of its West Coast antipode the Altamont Speedway immediately afterwards. (Where, and there is no need to mention this association in the song, the hippie movement lost its innocence in December 1969, when, in front of the eyes of Mick Jagger singing “Under my thumb”, the African American Meredith Hunter was stabbed to death by a member of the biker gang Hells Angels).
Armies of classic and long forgotten heroes and figures from the early days of silent movies, from the Rhythm & Blues of the 50s, Rock ’n’ Roll, early Beat and late Rock music, Pop and Jazz, embodied in artists like Buster Keaton, Little Suzie, and the ‘dizzy’ Miss Lizzy, like Scarlett O’Hara from “Gone with the Wind”, The Who’s Tommy and his poisonous Acid Queen, Marilyn Monroe and Lady Macbeth, all dancing round the deadly wounded president and making comments, partly in sympathy, partly maliciously cynical, on his slow glide over into that other world. Dreams, nightmares, witches, real and false good fairies, saints and Judases, pop icons and real persons of contemporary history are mixing, overlapping, reminiscent of ancient nursery rhymes in sound and form, like an ancient choir. All this constitutes the invisible background of the ‘murder most foul’.
And, as usual in his late work, Dylan assembles countless set pieces and quotations from more or less well-known songs from the entire Pop universe into his own lyrics, which thereby grow into a tremendous patchwork. At the same time, some passages, such as “Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb”, “We’ll mock you and shock you, we’ll grin in your face” or “They killed him once and they killed him twice / Killed him like a human sacrifice” almost compellingly evoke associations with Jesus’ death on the cross.
The silhouettes blur, the voices overlap: victims, murderers, spectators, narrators, the countless ghosts in the background. In the feverish hallucinations of the president in a coma, all this flows together into a single broad stream of unconsciousness beyond time.
Lamentation of the Dead
And then the song rises to the most powerful litany of the dead in pop history. It is the ‘Ghost’ of the President himself—“Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack”—whose body is on its way to his pompous funeral—“Play it for me in my long Cadillac”—beckoning the legendary disc jockey to perform the president’s own requiem. The entire universe of American popular culture—folk, beat, rock, jazz, film—and yes, even Shakespeare and Beethoven are called upon, summoned to the most grandiose lamentation of the dead. And instead of the Latin “Ora pro nobis!” (“Pray for us!”) the litany that the 25-years deceased Wolfman Jack is supposed to celebrate for a US president assassinated over half a century ago, laconically repeats: “Play!”
For seven long minutes the ‘prayer’ ritual lingers, and at times it seems that it has no end. As the logic of time has already been suspended and borders everywhere have become permeable and dissolved, songs and film scenes that Kennedy might have known appear, just as they would in a dream, blending together with songs and myths that were created long after his death.
It is a song litany that will give lyrics-oriented dylanologists enough interpretation homework for the next months, if not years. The international fan community already claims to have found at least 75 references to other songs in “Murder Most Foul”. The listing seems endless, whereas the mood is familiar. It is impossible not to be reminded of Dylan classics such as “Hard rain’s a-gonna fall”, “Chimes of freedom” or “Ring them bells” from time to time.
And to come full circle, the litany finds an ending, which is really not an end, by including itself in the list of songs to be played:
“Play ‘Murder Most Foul’!“
There is a boundless sadness in this song, in its thrifty and therefore most potent pathos. This culminates in the small pauses between the verses, when violin and cello come to the fore for a brief moment and give free rein to their longing. But the strangest thing about this song so rich in remarkable details is that it never gets boring despite its endless length and monotony! How Dylan managed to pull this off will probably remain his secret.
Presidential Assassination and Corona Freeze
It is well known that the Kennedy murder has been on Dylan’s mind since “November ‘63”. And this song proves that he must have been deeply involved in the details of the events. But why is Dylan writing this requiem almost sixty years after the event, and why is he releasing it now of all times, at a moment when—for the very first time ever —the entire globe is forced into a pandemic state of shock? What associations, what fantasies is he trying to evoke?
In any case, Dylan’s timing could not have been more precise. The singer takes nothing less than the entire Corona-solidified globe as his resonance chamber. And in its ghostliness the song fits exactly into this bleak and gloomy time of the global lockdown.
And this lockdown has very real, almost physical consequences, even for a Bob Dylan.
Something that no event and no person had been able to achieve or predict: an invisible virus is threatening the life’s work of the author of this song himself on a worldwide scale. Dylan’s famous Never-Ending Tour, a continuous loop of hopping around the globe, has been stopped for the first time in over 30 years. And, sadly, this appears to be the status for the foreseeable future.
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Over time, lyrics of folk or country songs often become entangled up with one another, deliberately or otherwise:
On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends his pure sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of a dove
(Ferlin Husky: On The Wings Of A Dove ~ R. Ferguson)
Referencing a biblical verse:
And the dove came to him in the evening
And, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off
So Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth
(Genesis 8:11)
The biblical verse referenced again in the song below:
If I had wings like Noah's dove
I'd fly the river to the one I love
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well
(Bob Dylan: Dink’s Song ~ traditional)
A Nova Scotian performs a related song:
Please do meet me tonight in the moonlight
Please do meet me tonight all alone ....
Oh, if I had the wings of a swallow
Over these prison walls I would fly
(Wilf Carter: Prisoner's Song ~ traditional)
Another Nova Scotian performs the same song:
Please meet me tonight in the moonlight
Please meet me tonight all alone ....
Now if I had the wings of an angel
Over these prison walls I would fly
(Hank Snow: Prisoner's Song ~ traditional)
The song is alluded to in the lyrics below:
The branches cast their shodows over stone
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?
(Bob Dylan: Moonlight)
And ‘angels’ there be in the song quoted beneath:
He spoke of his angel, a dear baby girl
He loved every footstep, he loved every curl
But she went to heaven, just one year ago
The angels came for her, at the first fall of snow
(Molly O'Day: At The First Fall Of Snow ~ Lorene Rose)
The bluegrass song gets alluded to in the following lyrics:
I saw the first fall of snow
I saw the flowers come and go
(Bob Dylan: I've Made Up My Mind To Give Myself To You)
Reminds one as well of a famous poem:
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo
(TS Eliot: The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock)
The singing of such songs are divided by some analysts thereof into two eras:
ie, ‘PM’ ~ Pre-Maritimers taking over the world; ‘AM’ ~ After-Maritimers take over the world.
A traditional ballad from the lumber woods of New Brunswick:
I landed in New Brunswick close by the lumbering country .....
Oh, there is danger on the ocean where the waves roll mountains high
There is danger on the battlefield where the angry bullets fly
There is danger in the old north wood for death lurks silent there
(Bonnie Dobson: Peter Amberley ~ traditional)
The above song from the Maritimes paid tribute to in lyrics below that involve a murder:
And there's danger on the ocean where the salt sea waves split high
And there's danger on the battlefield where the shells of bullets fly
And there's danger in this open world where men fight to be free ....
Farewell to the old north woods of which I used to roam
(Bob Dylan: The Ballad Of Donald White)
The following performance features yet another singer from Nova Scotia:
Well, I'm walking down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
"Goodbye" is too good a word, babe
So l'll just say, "Fare thee well"
(Ann Murray – with Glen Campbell – : Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright ~ Bob Dylan)
https://youtu.be/x8IclOl9emI
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We welcome articles, contributions and ideas from all our readers. Sadly no one gets paid, but if you are published here, your work will be read by a fairly large number of people across the world, ranging from fans to academics. If you have an idea, or a finished piece send it as a Word file to Tony@schools.co.uk with a note saying that it is for publication on Untold Dylan.
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Maggie’s Farm (1965) part II – Even the president of the United States
by Jochen Markhorst
The former President is a fan. Since 2015 Barack Obama annually publishes his Spotify playlist. On the first, his August 2015 summer holiday list, Dylan’s “Tombstone Blues” is ranked fourth on the “Summer Day List”. In August 2020, “Goodbye Jimmy Reed”, which has just been released, is among the 53 songs of the “2020 Summer Playlist”.
The president’s lists are quite eclectic, similar in colour to an average episode of Dylan’s Theme Time Radio Hour. If he really, really had to choose, Stevie Wonder would be his all-time favourite, but Dylan surely is a contender and does reach his personal Top 3. “There is not a bigger giant in the history of American music,” as Obama says at the 2012 Medal of Freedom ceremony. This is, of course, partly the usual trumpet of praise that goes with an award ceremony, but sincere as well. As Obama’s awe also resounds when he talks about the one time he had the chance to get to know Dylan personally.
That was in February 2010, when a Celebration of Music from the Civil Rights Movement is organised in the White House. Surprisingly, Dylan accepts an invitation. About what he will play he remains vague until the last moment, but eventually it is a breath-taking performance of “The Times They Are A-Changin'”, accompanied only by piano and double bass. Later, Obama tells Rolling Stone the details of his “meeting” with the legend.
“He was exactly as you’d expect he would be. He wouldn’t come to the rehearsal. Usually, all these guys are practicing before the set in the evening. He didn’t want to take a picture with me; usually all the talent is dying to take a picture with me and Michelle before the show, but he didn’t show up to that. He came in and played The Times They Are A-Changin’. A beautiful rendition. The guy is so steeped in this stuff that he can just come up with some new arrangement, and the song sounds completely different. Finishes the song, steps off the stage – I’m sitting right in the front row – comes up, shakes my hand, sort of tips his head, gives me just a little grin, and then leaves. And that was it – then he left. That was our only interaction with him. And I thought: That’s how you want Bob Dylan, right? You don’t want him to be all cheesin’ and grinnin’ with you. You want him to be a little skeptical about the whole enterprise. So that was a real treat.”
Two years before that, during the 2008 election campaign that will end with his first victory, Obama has already revealed part of his playlist, again to Rolling Stone, demonstrating his Dylan love:
“I have probably 30 Dylan songs on my iPod. “Maggie’s Farm” is one of my favorites during the political season. It speaks to me as I listen to some of the political rhetoric.”
… Obama thus assigning a kind of therapeutic, or at least inspirational, value to “Maggie’s Farm”. And then explicitly to its words – which he apparently interprets in a way that appeals to him.
Despite its apparent clarity and simplicity, the song, like the Very Great Dylan songs, indeed offers a multitude of interpretation possibilities. In that respect “Maggie’s Farm” has the Kafkaesque quality of the John Wesley Harding songs Dylan will write two years later.
At universities it is an intellectual finger exercise for Kafka students: “write a historical, a biographical, a Marxist and a religious interpretation of (for example) Kafka’s Der Aufbruch” – an extremely short story (145 words), written in extremely clear sentences and simple words that nevertheless allows a multitude of interpretations. A similar task has never been given to the Dylanologists, but that – obviously – does not stop the multitude of interpretations coming in.
The anti-political, socially critical interpretation is a fairly popular one. And one for which the average student of literature would not turn his hand. “Maggie’s Farm” symbolises “society”, the successive archetypes (Maggie’s brother, pa and ma) can easily be seen as social institutions, (respectively the exploitative market economy, the repressive legislator and enforcer, and the manipulating press, for example). Surrounding songs on Bringing It All Back Home, like “Gates Of Eden” and “It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)” could support this viewpoint; both songs can effortlessly be interpreted as expressions of systemic, anti-establishment beliefs, too.
The faction of Dylanologists who see the song as an encryption of personal, biographical worries of the artist Dylan is larger. “Maggie’s Farm” then expresses the reckoning with the folk movement, marking Dylan’s conversion to rock music and farewell to one-dimensional, finger-pointing songs. These interpreters of course point to verse fragments such as I got a head full of ideas and especially to the last verse:
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
… and find confirmation in the special circumstances of the live debut, that earth-shattering premiere at the Newport Folk Festival, in the biographical fact that Dylan played the archetypal fingerpointing song “Only A Pawn In Their Game” at Silas McGee’s Farm, and in the cynical put-down they sing while you slave.
All right and all wrong, of course – as it should be, with the Very Great Dylan songs. Dylan himself, however, sees no exceptional metaphorical power or value.
It seems that Dylan dashes this song off, casually during a spare quarter of an hour. It’s the only album track of which only one take exists, judging by The Cutting Edge (2015), the collection of all studio recordings for the magical trio Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde On Blonde. For comparison: even album-filler and later B-side “On The Road Again” gets thirteen takes. The missing poetry is a further indication of an ad hoc theory; unlike most other album tracks, the lyrics of “Maggie’s Farm” contain no surrealism, no literary curiosities, no “brilliant way of rhyming and putting together refrains, and his pictorial thinking”, as the Nobel Prize Committee will characterize his mid-60s work later.
“Maggie’s Farm” is recorded at the beginning of the third and final Bringing It All Back Home session, 15 January 1965. Neither after this one and only take, nor after its release on the LP (22 March), does Dylan himself seem to recognise its quality – nor does he seem to attach any particular importance to it. In February and March, he performs on the East Coast, in Canada and in California, in April and May he tours England, but “Maggie’s Farm” does not once appear on the set list. CBS nevertheless sees something in it; in June the song is released on single in the States as well as in Europe (only to flop on both sides of the ocean).
The decision to perform it at Newport is probably opportunistic. Dylan doesn’t have a band of his own yet, and for a band scrambled together on the spot (with members of the Paul Butterfield Blues Band who happen to be present) “Maggie’s Farm” is simple enough to perform without significant rehearsal time.
It’s Dylan’s first electric performance and it’s likely that he hasn’t foreseen the impact at all. Which is understandable; after all, at the same festival Paul Butterfield and Howlin’ Wolf also play electrically, and that goes without any fuzz. A year later, after being jeered at, being booed and being angrily heckled dozens of times, Dylan still has trouble understanding all this hullabaloo. He addresses the English public in London on 27 May 1966:
“What you’re just hearing here now is the sound of the songs…you’re not hearing anything else except the songs, the sound…of the words…and sounds…so, you know, you can take it or leave it. (…) I’m sick of people asking what does it mean. It means NOTHING.”
Anyway, the choice of “Maggie’s Farm” at Newport is a fortunate one. Its performance elevates the song to the canon, to one of the milestones of the 60s. The song is quoted in songs, films, newspaper articles and novels, catering establishments and beer producers borrow the name and in the 80’s, when Maggie Thatcher divides and rules, the song gets an unforeseen, further deepening and topical value. It is, obviously, covered in all corners of the music world, from bluegrass to blues to heavy metal to folk. Blues suits the song best, probably.
Eventually, Dylan did roll over; after having more or less ignored the song for ten years, it has been on the set list with great regularity since 1976 – in 2020 “Maggie’s Farm” is, according to Olof Björner, in the ninth place of Dylan’s Most Performed Songs, with 1064 performances.
And still in the twenty-first century, forty-three years after that one and only volatile take on a freezing cold Friday in New York in January ’65, even the President of the United States puts “Maggie’s Farm” on a pedestal.
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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Dylan’s first recorded and released work was as harmonica player for Harry Belafonte on his version of “Midnight Special” – mentioned recently in part 1 of Jochen’s commentary on “Maggie’s Farm”
This was released on the album “The Midnight Special” in 1962, and has appeared on various Belafonte “best of” collections many times over the years.
An alternative, previously unreleased take 1 was included on the “May Your Song Always Be Sung Again” Dylan tribute album. So here we have Bob Dylan’s first ever performance in a studio environment, June 1961.
Belafonte talks about the incident in his book, My Songs. The original player, Sonny Terry, called in sick to the session, so Dylan was drafted in at the last minute. He turned up with a bag of cheap harmonicas, found the right one, blew it for a few takes, took his $50 and left the studio, tossing the harmonica in the trash on the way out (they were so cheap after you blew them a few times they were useless).
Moving on to Dylan’s second ever appearance on record, again, backing an established singer on harmonica, this time it’s Carolyn Hester. Three tracks appeared on her self titled 1962 album.
Saving the best to last is this version of “Come Back Baby”. Just listen to what Dylan does in the solo, kicking off around the 1:50 mark. He stays on the same note for almost 20 seconds – making it six bars long. You’d have to be brave, foolish or extremely confident in your abilities to attempt something like that in one of your first sessions as a performer. Dylan absolutely nails this one.
(Tony adds: In case you are interested, the band is playing in the key of A, and Dylan’s held note is an E. That is fine for the opening chord, but as the song moves onto the chord of D, the E note that Dylan is holding clashes with the straight D major chord, and makes it sound like the more exciting D9. D9 is a perfectly acceptable chord, although not often used, and it gives the instrumental section more spice, which is helpful since the band is in essence continuing to play the same music as it plays when the vocalist is singing. Dylan’s not the only harmonica player to have done this, and certainly not the first, but he finds a moment to make it work, adding more (the D9) by doing nothing (holding the same note). It certainly works).
Dylan’s final session as a side man from 1962 was as a harmonica player, and occasionally backing vocals for Big Joe Williams and Victoria Spivey on a series of recordings released in 1962 and a follow up volume in 1972. A picture from these sessions was used on the back cover of New Morning, yes, that’s Bob with Victoria Spivey.
The original album released in 1962 was called “Three Kings And A Queen”, the three Kings being Big Joe Williams, Roosevelt Sykes and Lonnie Johnson with the Queen being Victoria Spivey herself.
The original album released in 1962 was called “Three Kings And A Queen”, the three Kings being Big Joe Williams, Roosevelt Sykes and Lonnie Johnson with the Queen being Victoria Spivey herself.
The original album released in 1962 was called “Three Kings And A Queen”, the three Kings being Big Joe Williams, Roosevelt Sykes and Lonnie Johnson with the Queen being Victoria Spivey herself.
Dylan appears on two tracks with Big Joe Williams, “Sitting On Top Of The World” and “Wichita”. Only the first track is available on line to listen to, and it’s a revelation. Dylan’s performance is amazing and he is even allowed a line or two of vocals on his own.
A second volume from the sessions was released in 1972, called “Kings And The Queen, Volume 2”. Unfortunately nothing is available on line to listen to but the songs with Dylan are “It’s Dangerous” (with Spivey) and the intriguingly titled “Big Joe, Dylan & Victoria”.
If you want to hear those extra Dylan tracks you’ll have to search out original copies of the 2 volumes, they will likely set you back $25-$50 for the first volume and anything up to $100 for volume 2.
Dylan was obviously impressed by Big Joe Williams at that time. He was playing a version of Big Joe’s “Baby Please Don’t Go” in 61/62. It was dropped pretty quickly and strangely he never returned to it again in a live setting.
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Always on the look out for something different to contemplate in the Universe of Dylan, we (well, Aaron actually) had the idea of looking back at the official Dylan videos for individual songs.
And so for the first in this series Aaron has selected the three official videos produced for the Empire Burlesque’ singles: Tight Connection, Emotionally Yours and When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky.
Aaron: First up, Tight Connection. Now I did a bit of a deep dive on this, because to be honest, I don’t get what’s even happening here!
It was directed by Paul Schrader who, amongst other things, wrote the screenplay for four Scorsese movies, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Last Temptation Of Christ and Bringing Out The Dead. He’s even got an Oscar nomination, so that’s not a bad C.V.
But somehow we ended up with this strange video, Dylan’s “acting” is awkward at best and the less said about the 80s fashion sense the better.
Perhaps Tony, with his creative writing skills can come up with a narrative that brings all this together in a way that is understandable.
I read a piece online which describes the video, “True to form for both artists, the video is an elliptical and visually ambiguous affair, something either half-remembered or imagined all together.
Schrader envisions a glittering, metropolitan Tokyo, wrapping our hero up in a surreal web of mistaken identity, dreamlike romance, Cold War geopolitics, and Yakuza/punk rock conflict. Wide pans and sudden zooms only add to the disorienting effect, as Dylan wanders the city, searching for something we wouldn’t even know how to begin to describe”.
Schrader, while working on the video for “Tight Connection,” said: “Bob, if you ever hear I’m doing another music video, take me out in the backyard and hose me down.” True to his word, this was the only music video he ever made.
Tony: One of the things that anyone who works in the arts normally realises early on is that just because you can work in one art form that does not mean you necessarily know how to work in another. What can turn out as a sublime moment of creativity and originality in one’s normal medium and mode of working can equally look forced and fake if one changes media. And that’s what seems (to me) to happen here. Bob looks utterly misplaced, the surrealism looks amateur… it is all pretty horrible. Mind you, I don’t care for the track much either, so that doesn’t help.
I really can’t find one redeeming feature, and I do hope someone will write in and point out to me what is good about this video.
Thus I turn to the next piece with concern if not trepidation…
Aaron: The next two videos for Emotionally Yours and When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky are more straightforward, shot in artful black and white and focusing more on a performance of the song.
Here is Emotionally Yours
Aaron: This one was directed by Dave Stewart and features Mike Campbell. For some reason Dylan sits next to a piano but chooses to strum on his guitar despite the fact that the piano is the main instrument in the song and there is only the barest trace of acoustic guitar in the music! I suspect the director expected Dylan to mime the piano but Bob being Bob chose the guitar. There is also some business going on with Dylan and a girl swinging in a tree, Bob seems to say something that upsets her and she runs off. He doesn’t seem too bothered.
Tony: OK Aaron, you don’t really need me on this do you? You’ve nailed it. The only thing I wondered was whether Bob or someone else said, “There’s got to be something weird in this; it is too straightforward.” Hence the guitar.
Sadly, I find, as with the previous piece, nothing at all to draw me into this video – if it were not for having agreed with Aaron to write the review, I’d just listen to the music.
The only thing I found interesting was when the lead guitarist turns up, they share the table to sit on, only it seems to have moved a bit to accommodate them. And when one starts noticing things like that it suggests the video is not really working.
As for the last ten seconds, I found that utterly horrible. Really, really awful.
Aaron: Now, “When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky”.
The directors are Eddie Arno and Markus Innocenti and this time Dave Stewart is in the band. The band all pile in the bus and head off to the gig and have to learn the song on the way. It is a fairly straightforward performance video but there is a side story going through of a girl in the crowd and some kids outside trying to look in and falling off some trash cans. All very standard 80s MTV stuff but at least the video gives us an otherwise unavailable edit of the song and Bob and the band attempt to invent a new dance craze about half way through. This suffered the same fate as the attempted one near the end of the Tight Connection video and roundly failed to catch on.
Tony: OK one reason why I turned into being a guy who writes about music, rather than a reviewer of videos is because I find the music much more interesting.
Please tell me, what actually is there that is worth watching in this video? I can list one hundred things that are worth contemplating in the song itself, and then again in this version of the song, but not in relation to the video.
In fact I really would love someone who knows about the videos to tell me what actually appeals here. Is there a reason why we get one shot rather than another? That is what is puzzling me.
But please don’t take this to mean that I am against all Dylan videos. I haven’t gone back and watched it in a long time but I seem to recall a video for the Wonder Boys promotional video using “Things have changed” which was really intriguing. But I am really struggling here.
What audience is this made for? Obviously not me, but for whom? Is it for us real Dylan fans? Or is it to attract non-Dylan fans in for the first time?
And I mean this: do we have any kind reader who can explain to me something in any of these featured videos that makes it actually worth watching?
Please either write in, in the normal way, or if you would like to have an article of your own in response to my negative comments here, just write it out as a word document, and email it to Tony@schools.co.uk and you can show me why I am so utterly wrong about these videos doing nothing to enhance the songs, or our image of Dylan.
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Seems, according to Bob Dylan, that Miles Standish is Captain Arab of the good ship “Mayflower”:
Hanging in shining array along the walls of the chamber
Cutlass and coselet of steel, and his trusty sword of Damascus
Curved at the point, and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: The Courtship Of Miles Standish)
In his 115th Dream, singer/songwriter Bob Dylan burlesques the arrival of the Pilgrims in America at Plymouth Rock aboard the “Mayflower” that had intended to sail to the Virginia settlement of Jamestown; ruthless Miles Standish is their military leader. In the parody, the ship’s captain of the modern day Pilgrims is named Arab; on shore, strange things happen to the crew – the narrator thereof bumps into an undertaker:
I shook his hand, and said 'goodbye', and went back out on the street
When a bowling ball came down the road, and knocked me off my feet
Edward Taylor, a true-to-life latter-day Puritan preacher at the Colony of Massachusetts Bay, pens the following lyrics:
Who in this bowling alley bowled the sun?
Who made it always when it rises set?
To go at once both down, and up to get?
(Edward Taylor: The Preface)
The Puritan separatists from the Church of England head off to America, inspired by a biblical verse about, no – not Arab, but about the Jewish religious leader Abram:
By faith, he sojourned in the land of promise
As in a strange country
Dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob
The heirs with him of the same promise
(Hebrews 11: 9)
The American singer, from a Jewish family, takes the dark history of the United States quite seriously at times:
.....can you feel the weight of oblivion
And the songs of redemption on you your backside
We surface along side Miles Standish
And take the rock
(Liners notes: ‘Desire’ album)
Paradise for the native American ‘Indian’ is lost, gone forever; the Pilgrim colonizers considered heroes in verse and song:
I came to a place where the lone pilgrim lay
And patiently stood by his tomb
When in a low whisper, I heard someone say
"How sweetly I sleep here alone"
(Bob Dylan:The Lone Pilgrim ~ White/Pace*)
Below an African-American electric bluesman in his tomb is depicted as though a lone pilgrim who’d been searching for the Promised Land – in vain:
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 is laying in this lost land
(Bob Dylan: Goodbye Jimmy Reed)
Pocahontas, a native ‘Indian’ princess is kidnapped, and Christianized at the King James I settlement in Virginia – a more diverse group of adventurers than at Plymouth; the princess is celebrated by the settlers there as though a trophy.
Worthy of a black-humoured comment indeed:
I got a house on the hill, I got hogs out in the mud
Got a long-haired woman, she got royal Indian blood
Everybody get ready to lift up his glass, and sing
Everybody get ready to lift up his glass, and sing
Well, I'm standing on the table, I'm proposing a toast to the King
(Bob Dylan: Summer Days)
So there you have it. All’s well that end’s well, and there is no need to keep on a-worrying.
Paradise waits for everyone -it will be regained in the grave
*There is no recording of Bob Dylan performing The Lone Pilgrim on the internet, so I’ve added a particularly beautiful non-Dylan version for readers who are not familiar with the piece. Tony.
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The list of Grammy Award winners reveals that 1961 was not a bad year, in Musicland. Ray Charles wins four, including for his best vocal performance single record on “Georgia On My Mind” and one for the best rhythm & blues performance, being “Let The Good Times Roll”; Ella Fitzgerald gets two for “Mack The Knife”; Cole Porter; Henry Mancini; and Marty Robbins (best country & western, “El Paso”)… names, songs and albums that have stood the test of time.
The young Dylan probably hears with appreciation who wins in the category best performance folk: Harry Belafonte, for his album Swing Dat Hammer. The King of Calypso is a common thread in Dylan’s career. In interviews he invariably mentions Belafonte – Odetta – The Kingston Trio – Woody Guthrie, in the listing of artists that put him on the track to his breakthrough as a folk artist. In the Playboy interview with Nat Hentoff (autumn ’65) even as the primal source: “First it started with, you know, Odetta. Oh no, it starts with Harry Belafonte. It starts with Harry Belafonte.”
Dylan will always be grateful to Belafonte for his first studio experience, for the invitation to play harmonica on “The Midnight Special”, for the album of the same name, in ’62. It makes an indelible impression on Dylan, although his memory of his “professional recording debut” (Chronicles, chapter 2) is not entirely correct historically – the studio recording on which Dylan “made a professional debut” is five months earlier, on Carolyn Hester’s third record (also harmonica, and quite prominent – as in “I’ll Fly Away”).
Whatever the case, Belafonte seems to make more of an impression in February ’62. In Chronicles, the autobiographer Dylan devotes many words to Belafonte. Only superlatives, roaring compliments and expressions of respect – both for Harry’s music, his acting and his personality at all. It comes close to a canonization:
“Astoundingly and as unbelievable as it might have seemed, I’d be making my professional recording debut with Harry, playing harmonica on one of his albums called Midnight Special. Strangely enough, this was the only one memorable recording date that would stand out in my mind for years to come. Even my own sessions would become lost in abstractions. With Belafonte I felt like I’d become anointed in some kind of way.”
… the words with which Dylan concludes his long declaration of love (over 400 words) to Harry Belafonte.
By the way, it leads to a moving reaction of the honestly surprised, elderly protagonist. He actually thought at the time that the monosyllabic, closed Dylan, who flatly refused to play in a second take, who threw his harmonica in the wastebasket on his way out, looked down on him and his music:
“I remember thinking, does he have that much disdain for what I’m doing? But I found out later that he bought his harps at the Woolworth drugstore. They were cheap ones, and once he’d gotten them wet and really played through them as hard as he did, they were finished. It wasn’t until decades later, when he wrote his book (Chronicles), that I read what he really felt about me, and I tell you, I got very, very choked up. I had admired him all along, and no matter what he did or said, I was just a stone, stone fan.”
(interview in Mojo, July 2010, with the then 83-year-old Belafonte)
Traces of Belafonte can be found throughout Dylan’s oeuvre. In song fragments (in “If You Ever Go To Houston”, 2009, for example), in choice of repertoire (“Dink’s Song”, “Rocks And Gravel”, “Delia’s Gone”, “Go Away From My Window”… Belafonte has recorded dozens of songs that inspired Dylan, or at least stimulated), in references (in “Desolation Row”), and it is not inconceivable that Dylan derives the title for his literary debut, Tarantula, from Belafonte’s signature song “The Banana Boat Song (Day-O)”:
A beautiful bunch o' ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home
In No Direction Home Belafonte can also be heard, with his interpretation of “Bald-Headed Woman”, one of the chain-gang songs, songs sung by the working, chained prisoners, from this award-winning album Swing Dat Hammer. On that record Dylan also notices “Rocks And Gravel”, which he will record in April ’62 during the second Freewheelin’ session, and especially Belafonte’s version of the chain-gang song “Diamond Joe”:
Ain't gonna work in the country
And neither on Forester's farm
I'm gonna stay 'till my Marybell come
She gone call me Tom
There are two songs called “Diamond Joe”. One is the nineteenth century cowboy song Dylan will be covering on Good As I Been To You in 1992. That one has nothing in common with the other, which is the song Dylan will perform, in a variation, as Jack Fate in the film Masked & Anonymous (2003). The oldest recording of this “Diamond Joe” is from 1927, by the Georgia Crackers. But Belafonte uses as source the recording made by the legendary music archivist Alan Lomax in 1937 at the infamous Parchman Farm, the Mississippi State Penitentiary. The arrangement and interpretation by the Calypso king are breath-taking, by the way.
As a radio maker Dylan plays both songs in Theme Time Radio Hour episode 73 (March 2008, “Joe”) – Cisco Houston’s version of the cowboy song, and the steaming 1927 Georgia Crackers recording of the other (“No matter how you slice it, that’s rock and roll”, Dylan mumbles approvingly).
For the inspiration of “Maggie’s Farm” Dylan circles often refer to “Down On Penny’s Farm” (The Bently Boys, 1929, alternative title “Hard Times In The Country”). That song unmistakably provides the template for Dylan’s “Hard Times in New York City”, both lyrically and musically, but the resemblance to “Maggie’s Farm” is really not much more than “some girl’s name + farm”. No, the “Diamond Joe” by Belafonte (or rather: by Charlie Butler, the singing prisoner on the original Lomax recording) is a more obvious candidate.
Not too important, of course. More importance has the landslide impact of the song. In 1965, “Maggie’s Farm” is the cat thrown amongst the hard-core folk pigeons – Dylan opens his much-discussed electric set at the Newport Folk Festival with the song, and things would never be the same. Retrospective historiography says that the public’s dismay had more to do with the lousy, overdriven sound quality than with the so-called taboo-breaking electrical amplification, but the myth is inextinguishable. As are the stories around it. About Pete Seeger is still told, mainly thanks to fantasist Greil Marcus, how he attacked the cables with an axe. But Seeger himself later states, and credibly: “I only went to the sound engineer to tell him that Dylan’s microphone needed adjusting.” In his memoirs he is unequivocal:
“Bob was singing Maggie’s Farm, one of his best songs, but you couldn’t understand a word, because of the distortion.”
The folk legend continues to admire Dylan publicly and continues to play Dylan songs after Newport, until his death in January 2014. Not “Maggie’s Farm” though. He allows that one to pass him by, as Ketch Secor, the foreman of Old Crown Medicine Show, tells in a heartwarming necrological article for The New Yorker (“Pete Seeger Gazing up into the Trees”, 27 February 2014):
“In 2005, the Clearwater Festival went on in spite of a cold, driving rain. My band, Old Crow Medicine Show, played our set, then cheered from the side stage while Pete Seeger sang with a chorus of schoolchildren. Later that day, I joined in with Pete’s grandson, Tao Rodriguez-Seeger, and his rock band. Backstage, Pete crunched on an apple and looked up at the dripping trees, seemingly unaware of the clash of drums and guitars. While Tao and I sang “Maggie’s Farm,” I kept looking back to see how Pete liked it, but he just went on munching that apple and gazing up into the trees.”
Half-brother Mike Seeger does the honours and records in 1999 with David Grisham and John Hartford the album Retrograss, containing a beautiful rocking chair version of “Maggie’s Farm” in an archaic, Dock Boggs-like arrangement.
Pete’s last professional recording – and only time in his entire life that he makes a music video – is Dylan’s “Forever Young” (Seeger’s contribution to the Amnesty project Chimes Of Freedom, 2012). Irresistible – just like the Caribbean cover of “Forever Young” by that other eternally young giant, Harry Belafonte (1981), by the way.
To be continued. Next up: Maggie’s Farm – part II
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This song lyric comes from the summer 1961 “McKenzie manuscript and the picture is of Bob Dylan in 1961 taken by John Cohen from the Bob Dylan Roots page.
The story that is reported that Bob met Ramblin Jack Elliott at a gig performing in a Fifth Avenue Hotel.
Bob had written a song for his new girlfriend called California Brown-Eyed Baby, and he sang it to her down the phone. Allegedly it made everyone who heard it cry.
At least that is the story told in “Eve McKenzie Remembers” in The Telegraph 56, Winter 1997 pp 36/7.
The McKenzie manuscripts appeared in Isis No 44, August/September 1992, and yes, Untold Dylan, trying to build the ultimate definitive list of every Bob Dylan song and set of lyrics, has missed it. So this will be song number 620 on our files.
And of course, we shall do what we have done before- ask all the musicians who read Untold to consider writing the music, which we will then put on the site under the Showcase heading, and the person or persons who create the song will be listed as having a song written by Bob Dylan and themselves.
Here are the lyrics
The rain is falling at my window
My thoughts are sad forever.
Thinking about my fair haired baby,
The one I really do adore
She's my California brown eyed baby,
She's the one I think about today,
She's my California brown eyed baby,
Livin' down San Francisco way
Sadly I look out my window,
Where I can hear the raindrops fall.
My heart is sayin' ***** ****
Where I can hear my true love call.
Now boys don't start to ramble,
You better stay in your hometown
Get you a gal that really loves you,
Stay right there and settle down.
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Here are some of the earlier songs we’ve had completed in this way
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1993 is a stand out year for the Never Ending Tour. I’m tempted to rank it as one of the very best.
All the hard work the band has been putting in for the last two years suddenly pays off. This is not just Dylan with band, this is a band, a unity and a formidable force. A five piece powerhouse with Dylan and John Jackson on main guitars, Tony Garnier on bass, Wilson Watson on drums, and, important for the sounds the band was developing, the brilliant Bucky Baxter on slide guitar and dobro.
The year is famous for the acoustic season Dylan did at the Supper Club, and we will drop in on that, but most outstanding is the emergence of Dylan as Mr Guitar Man. We’ve noticed him here and there in 1991 and 1992, with his odd, dissonant sounds, but mostly he’s been content to play second guitar. However, in 1993 Mr Guitar Man steps out of the shadows and makes his presence felt in no uncertain terms.
Bob Dylan is not listed in the world’s top 100 guitar players. This is somewhat surprising as the young acoustic Dylan inspired generations of young buskers and folk singers. Dylan plays adroitly on Blood on the Tracks, and his two solo traditional albums in 1992 and 1993, Good as I been to You and World Gone Wrong show that Dylan has not lost his touch when it comes to acoustic guitar. The 1992 acoustic performances show Dylan in fine form (see NET 1992 part 3 – All the friends I ever had are gone)
It is not Dylan’s acoustic skills that cause disquiet, but his electric guitar playing, and we have to ask why it sounds so strange and ‘off’. My jazz playing friends are only too happy to tell me that Dylan is playing ‘off key’ and that his breaks are full of ‘bum notes’.
This is puzzling as Dylan rarely if ever sings off key. The accusation that Dylan ‘can’t sing’ is baseless, as he has the most expressive voice in the business. Similarly his harmonica playing, while it often deliberately flirts with dissonance, is unique, Dylan is master of the little instrument (See Bob Dylan Master Harpist series).
The same can’t be said with any confidence about Dylan’s electric guitar playing. Obsessive and manic, and always unsettling, Dylan appears to be playing ‘under the note’ or just below the note. He plays percussively, often hammering away at one or two notes, and he seems more concerned with subverting the melody with his guttural tones than supporting it.
Dark and trenchant, it lacks the airiness of his harmonica playing. And yet, when he pulls it off, there is nothing quite like it, and I’m dedicating this and the next two posts to exploring Dylan’s electric guitar sound as it emerged in 1993.
It seems to me that the triumphant emergence of Mr Guitar Man in 1993 sees the best of his guitar performances, with a touch of Dylan-style genius. Maybe it is the joy of discovering his inner Eric Clapton, but to my mind Dylan’s lead guitar work was never better than in this year.
Let’s start with a raging performance of ‘I and I’ from September 12. Dylan must have decided that the album version was just too sweet (Infidels, 1984). He worked it into a rocker with Tom Petty in the mid 1980s, and began re-exploring it in 1991 and 1992. Nothing, however can prepare us for this blast of sound, this tangle of guitars. And his voice! How he tears it out of his throat! A soundboard recording brings it right up close.
After the opening crash of the drums, the first guitar sounds you hear are from Dylan on his punky Stratocaster. From there on Dylan and guitarist Carlos Santana, who played with him from August 20 to October 9, get into a duet, a marvellous weaving of notes. The ending is all pathos. As the music draws to a dark close, with Baxter’s long gloomy sounds heralding doom, Dylan continues, as if to keep the song alive, before the final shattering surrender. Crank up the volume and hold onto your seats!
The ‘I and I’ story doesn’t end there for this year, however. In August, Dylan did a memorable concert in Portland (20/8/93), also with Carlos Santana. While this Portland performance sees some gutsy guitar work by Dylan and Santana, with the ending more fully developed, it is Dylan’s voice that is astonishing, emerging from those oddly forced, timbreless tones of the past two years, where the sounds seemed to be stuck in his throat, to soar clear and high. Dylan, at fifty, is rediscovering his voice, that high, wild mercury voice.
Those who have followed along this far can only rejoice, and I invite your to revel in Dylan’s vocal on this ‘I and I’. Back in the 1960s we tried to imagine what Dylan’s voice might be like when he got older. I think we imagined something like this:
We can’t quite leave the song there. Since 1993 was the year this song reached a kind of perfection, I find it interesting to backtrack to a six show run Dylan did in London at the start of the year, 2/12/93. Here we find Dylan pushing his voice in all kinds of direction, testing the melodic limits of the song and his voice at the same time. The effect is a little more strained than the Portland performance, his voice hasn’t quite loosened up, but no less epic.
Then, quite unexpectedly and beautifully, the tangle of growling guitars recedes and a harp solo intervenes, with a few bars of sadness and reflection as a build up to a soaring conclusion, all of which brings a spontaneous roar of approval from the audience. It’s not quite as ferocious as our first version, but it reaches further.
What we have been listening to with these remarkable performances is Jackson (or Santana) and Dylan playing good cop bad cop. Jackson/Santana playing good cop, working the melody like a jazz man, keeping it clear and sharp, while Dylan plays bad cop, attacking the melody line, bitching at it, subverting it, throwing in jagged notes in the key of Dylan.
We now turn to our old favourite, Tangled up In Blue. We heard Dylan in 1992 turning this wonderfully adaptable song into an extended, pounding rocker. In 1993 Dylan stretches the song as far as he can, with twelve and thirteen minute performances, many of those minutes given over to Mr Guitar Man. In this (June 25) performance, we get an extraordinary introduction to Mr Guitar Man. While Dylan is playing hard and fast in the first guitar break, it’s not until the second break, before the last verse, at 5.47 minutes, that we hear Mr Guitar Man in full flight.
It’s a wacky, off the wall, positively demented guitar break. I used this performance in my Master Harpist series, and one of the correspondents suggested that Dylan was influenced by the jazz pianist, Thelonious Monk, who was always stabbing at the piano trying to find the notes between the notes. At 6.35 minutes Jackson takes over the lead, you can hear his clear melodic tones, while Dylan continues to stalk the melody with dark, punky sounds.
The harp solo kicks in after the last verse at 7.36 minutes, after which, at 8.30 minutes, the two guitars take over again for a frantic two minutes of furious guitars, driven by Dylan’s off the wall sounds.
This was no one-off performance. All through 1993 Dylan turned out these powerhouse performances of ‘Tangled..’, throwing restraint to the wind and ripping into lengthy guitar duets with John Jackson or Carlos Santana. This kicked off a decade of ecstatic performances of this song, but none so wild or extensive as in 1993.
What’s remarkable about the next performance, as well as the tangle of guitars, is the piercing harp break, taking us back to Dylan’s 1989 form. At just over thirteen and a half minutes this must go on record as being among Dylan’s most sustained guitar performances. The harp break finishes at 10.55 mins and the guitars take over for the next three minutes of wild duetting with Santana. Dylan tearing it apart. And we hear the best of many slow, ominous pounding endings, with Dylan slamming three or four notes over and over. Madness!
Madness is what we get too, in this hard driven performance of ‘God Knows’. Originally recorded for ‘Oh Mercy’ in 1989, it was re-recorded for ‘Under the Red Sky’ (1990). It’s been a bit of a sleeper up to this point, when it steps forward in all its glory. It’s all about the tenuousness and fragility of things. How stretched everything is:
God knows it could snap apart right now
Just like putting scissors to a string
That feels very contemporary, I have to say.
Ah, but Dylan and Santana turn this song into an apocalyptic hurricane, with Dylan’s hard, dark tones leading. I’ve heard some heavy metal that sounds pretty candified compared to this. Again that long ending as Dylan fights against the closing down of the song, the drawing in of night … however you think of it.
At Portland in August, Dylan changes the whole build up of the song by starting with a low-key harmonica solo, keeping it quiet to begin with, only cranking it up after two and half minutes. Another wonderful vocal performance – note some lyrical variations. And of course the guitars…
So that’s enough to get us started on this remarkable year. Next post I’ll be back with more rocking, electric sounds from 1993.
Stay safe, keep dancing.
Kia Ora
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In July 1987 Bob Dylan, accompanied by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, performs a few concerts on a double bill with Grateful Dead. Since the Dead covers quite a few songs by Dylan, he is even willing to play some songs along as a guest at their performances.
“We’ve always loved his music,” explains Jerry Garcia later, “and we still do. That was something we always wanted to do: Bob Dylan and The Grateful Dead. So when we ran into him [in ’86] and we started about [a joint tour], he said okay. ”
That tour will take place next summer. They rehearse beforehand in Club Front, San Rafael, California. As Dylan didn’t even bring a guitar, he chooses one from Bob Weir’s collection. Bob goes for a pink one.
“He came by for a week or two or three,” Garcia continues. “We rehearsed and tried something out. We played some things and had fun and hung out together. ”
Dylan takes the opportunity to collaborate on two songs with the band’s lyricist, Robert Hunter.
When he records those songs on June 16, three members of the group (Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir and Brent Mydland) join in to sing along.
Between July 4 and July 26, 1987, Dylan plays six shows with Grateful Dead: first the Dead plays a set of about two hours, then the band acts as backing band for Bob. At the back of the stage is a large oil painting by the legendary poster artist Rick Griffin. With his cover designs for Grateful Dead (e.g. Aoxomoxoa), Griffin has largely determined the image of the band.
The whole painting is assembled from five multiplex panels, each 4 x 8ft (1,20 m by 2,40m).
In the center is a steam locomotive, referring to Dylan’s “Slow Train Coming”. On the left: a skull, with harmonica and roses, images that together refer to the name of the backing band. On the other side is Dylan’s head, at the time of Bringing It All Back Home, with a lightning rod reflected in the lenses of his sunglasses. At the top a large logo “Dylan & the Dead”. The whole is surrounded by rays emanating from the central scene.
Griffin had previously created a design for Dylan’s previous LP, Knocked Out Loaded, but it was ultimately not used. This time again, he is commissioned by Dylan’s management to make a design for the cover. The somewhat vague description is a “psychedelic design”. That should suit the man made famous for his legendary posters in the San Francisco scene of the 1960s.
However, the artist has since evolved and comes with a completely different design: an acrylic painting of a rider in a canyon, above him a female figure visible in the clouds (reminiscent of famous poster “Pacific Vibrations”).
It is striking that the man sits backwards on his horse.
Griffin refers to the heyokha, a figure from the culture of the Lakota Indians. The heyoka is an unruly jester and satirist, to avert the dark forces, he speaks backwards and moves in a way that is opposite to the people around him.
The record company, however, fears that the image without interpretation will be incomprehensible. They discontinued the collaboration with Griffrin.
The original painting was lost in a fire, but a number of sketches and preliminary studies have been preserved.
Instead, a more conventional photo is chosen. Peter Carni, a commercial photographer from Playa del Rey, portrays Dylan in the semi-darkness of the auditorium of a Hollywood church. It is almost a cliché image of the singer, seated in front of a piano, playing an acoustic guitar.
On the back sleeve is another picture of Dylan on stage. During a sound check he is talking to a woman, probably one of the singers – possibly his wife Carolyn Dennis.
Dylan & the Dead
Drawing: Rick Griffin
Released: February 6, 1989
Drawing: Rick Griffin
Photographer inner cover: Herb Greene
Art director: Allen Weinberg
When a live LP of the tour of Dylan and the Grateful Dead is released eighteen months after the facts, it is decided to display the oil painting of Griffin that served as a background on the cover.
Finally the artist has made it!
The photo on the back, showing Dylan surrounded by his occasional supervisors, is also recycled. Herb Greene’s photo was originally used for performance posters.
When ‘With God on our Side’ appeared in 1962, no one was in any doubt that this was an anti-war song aimed at the meaninglessness of war. Its refrain mocks the way nations call upon God when it comes to slaughtering others. No nation goes to war without having God on its side. The irony of it all, calling on God to kill, was implicit in every line.
Here are the lyrics in full, with the exception of a verse on the Vietnam War Dylan later added.
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War, too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side
The Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now, too
Have God on their side
I've learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side
But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them, we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side
Through many a dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ was
Betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
That if God's on our side
He'll stop the next war
So far so good. Here is Dylan performing the song in 1988, at the beginning of the Never Ending Tour, when he seemed keen to reclaim his radical credentials. He performs the song with gusto in a vocal performance dripping with irony and anti-war sentiment. Here is the additional verse as far as I can make it out.
In the nineteen sixties came the Vietnam war
Can somebody tell me, what we were fighting for?
Too many young men died
Too many mothers cried
So I ask the question
Was God on our side?
This verse condemns war more directly than the other verses. So again we get the message. War is senseless slaughter. War is grief.
Now we have to fast forward nearly sixty years to Rough and Rowdy Ways and the song, ‘Mother of Muses’, where we find these lines, sung in reverential tones:
Mother of Muses, sing for my heart
Sing of a love too soon to depart
Sing of the heroes who stood alone
Whose names are engraved on tablets of stone
Who struggled with pain, so the world could go free
Mother of Muses, sing for me
Sing of Sherman, Montgomery and Scott
And of Zhukov, and Patton, and the battles they fought
Who cleared the path for Presley to sing
Who carved the path for Martin Luther King
Who did what they did and they went on their way
Man, I could tell their stories all day
This is a totally different outlook on history to ‘With God on Our Side’. Four of these men named, Sherman, Montgomery, Zhukov and Patton were generals; if not masters of war, exactly, they were certainly their agents. Here’s what Wikipedia has to say about these heroes.
William Tecumseh Sherman (February 8, 1820 – February 14, 1891) was an American soldier, businessman, educator, and author. He served as a general in the Union Army during the American Civil War (1861–65), receiving recognition for his command of military strategy as well as criticism for the harshness of the scorched earth policies he implemented in conducting total war against the Confederate States.[2] British military theorist and historian B. H. Liddell Hart declared that Sherman was “the first modern general.”[3]
If we exclude Sherman, who defeated the Confederacy, what do the other three generals have in common? They were the three major allies, Britain, Russia and the U.S who defeated Hitler and the Nazis in World War 2. Here was a war that was not meaningless. The path was cleared for the post war flowering of western culture. This sent me scurrying back to ‘With God on our Side’ to check the WW2 verse.
The Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now, too
Have God on their side
As the history of America’s wars unfolds in the song, WW2 is the odd man out, for what is being condemned is not the senseless slaughter of war but our forgiveness of the Germans. (Dylan conflates the German people with the Nazis, as was commonly done at the time.) WW2, it seems, was a war worth fighting, because of the Holocaust – the six million ‘fried’. We are reminded of Dylan’s Jewish heritage, and why he might have had a particular perspective on that war.
Returning to ‘Mother of Muses’, those generals are to be revered for ‘the battles they fought’.
‘Man,’ sings the Bard, ‘I could tell their stories all day’.
This kind of language is Homeric in its intent. These generals that he celebrates have become, in Dylan’s Classics soaked mind, the modern day equivalents of Odysseus, Ajax and Hector. Men who ‘struggled with pain so the world could go free’. Because they cleared the world of the evils of fascism, the great world of American culture, symbolized by Elvis Presley in this song (but celebrated at length in Murder Most Foul) could flourish, out of which the civil rights movement would grow, symbolized here by Martin Luther King. And out of that movement, of course, the young Bob Dylan would grow.
All this Homeric valorizing leads Dylan, usually ever aware of our mortality, to boast that the names of these heroes ‘are engraved on tablets of stone’. I can’t help but wonder if the Bard has forgotten the lesson of Shelley’s Ozymandias: words engraved on stone come back to mock us.
Are these the same kind of ‘heroes’ the Bard was ‘made to memorise’ in the earlier song? This question made me return to ‘With God on Our Side’ with new eyes. Is the song really what we always thought it was?
Some of Dylan’s protest songs have been unmasked as something quite different. Tony Atwood has characterized ‘The Times they are a-changing’ as a protest song that doesn’t protest anything. That’s because the song is a meditation on time and eternal recurrence. If sung in a young, strident voice, it may sound like a protest song. If sung in an old, experienced voice, it sounds more like grandfatherly advice on how to deal with the young. ‘Blowing in the Wind’ is a series of unanswerable metaphysical questions. What marks them both is a certain fatalism. Times will go on changing. Our questions will go on ‘blowing in the wind’.
Coming back to ‘With God on our Side’ I find a similar fatalism. Could it be that the radicalism of the song is partly at least contextual, the social/political context in which it was written and received? I looked at some of the verses again.
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
Strip the verse of its irony, and we find that genocide is not being condemned exactly – we just get the fact, baldly presented. Evident is a kind of bleak fatalism: this happened and that happened. On WW 1, we hear:
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
Do we have any reason not to take this as the literal truth?
With regard to the Russians, we find this:
I've learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we must fight
Must fight? Is there no alternative? Can’t we decide not to fight another war? Apparently not, as we are caught up in the imperatives of history. That imperative is carried through into the next verse about the next war:
But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them, we're forced to
Then fire them we must
There seems no way out. The logic of war has us in thrall and there is no escaping it. Might as well try to escape fate.
The verse on Judas is linked to the other verses by this same theme – we cannot escape our destinies. The argument here flows from one of the paradoxes of Christianity. If it weren’t for Judas and that kiss of betrayal, Jesus would never have been arrested and martyred. Jesus would not have been able to fulfill his destiny. So, Judas must have been a part of God’s perfect finished plan. All kinds of heresies flow from this problem.
Now the last verse comes into perspective.
So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The confusion he’s feeling is about the nature of God’s will. It seems that all this war and death are pre-ordained – could God enter history and put an end to the wretched cycle of slaughter? Doesn’t seem likely. So the very last two lines are the most pessimistic of all. Our fates are sealed.
So is this still mainly an anti-war song? I’m not so sure anymore. The song records and laments God’s will and our fates – hardly a rallying cry.
Dylan’s performance of the song in 1994 at the Unplugged concert may bear out my new sense of the song to some extent. Unlike the vital 1988 performance, the 1994 version is much more of a dirge. The music drones. Dylan leaves out the more explicit anti-war Vietnam verse. Yet the performance, oddly dispassionate, is as powerful as any he’s given. We have moved from the anger and outrage of the earlier version to weary acceptance.
Of course we should feel no obligation to reconcile the early Dylan with the older Dylan. After all, the man ‘contains multitudes’, but that doesn’t stop us from looking at his earlier work through the lens of the later songs.
Kia Ora
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In his song ‘False Prophet’, Bob Dylan grabs hold of Frederick Nietzsche’s arm, and searches for meaning in life:
Well, I'm an enemy of treason
An enemy of strife
I'm the enemy of the unlived meaningless life
I ain't no false prophet
I know what I know
I go where only the lonely can go
(Bob Dylan: False Prophet)
Pays tribute to a melancholy singer:
Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight
Only the lonely know this feeling ain't right
There goes my baby, there goes my my heart
They're gone forever, so far apart
(Roy Orbison: Only The Lonely ~ Melson/Orbinson)
The song pays tribute to those happier, to rocknroller Ricky Nelson who sings about Mary Lou; the blues singer Pearl Bailey stars in the Broadway musical ‘Hello Dolly’:
Hello, Mary Lou
Hello, Miss Pearl
My fleet-footed guides from the underworld
No stars in the sky shine brighter than you
You girls mean business, and I do too
(Bob Dylan:False Prophet)
Hermes and Persephone are the guides to Hades, the mythodical underworld:
Hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart
Sweet Mary Lou, I'm so in love with you
I knew Mary Lou, we'd never part
So hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart
(Ricky Nelson: Hello Mary Lou ~ Pitney/Mangiaracina)
To the movie anti-hero Robert Mitchum attention is paid; ie, “Rachel And The Stranger”:
Hello stranger
A long goodbye
You ruled the land
But so do I
You lusty mule
You got a poison brain
l'll marry you to a ball and chain
(Bob Dylan: False Prophet)
The movie features the following song about a lusty mule who’s after a Mary Lou: the womanizing stranger leaves after the husband starts to appreciate wife Rachel:
Once there was a man, a hateful man
Had a wife, but didn't see the danger
'Till one day, one fateful day
Along long came a tall dark stranger
(Robert Mitchum: Tall Dark Stranger ~ (Webb/Salt)
“The Long Goodbye” is a pastiche on the ‘noir’ detective movies starring Humphrey Bogart; features the following song:
There's a long goodbye
And it happens every day
When some passer-by
Invites your eye
To come his way
Even as you smile a quick 'hello'
(Clydie King: Long Goodbye ~ Williams/Mercer)
In the Humprey Bogart movie “The Treasure Of Sierra Madre”, greed takes its toll; the bandits kill Bogart at the water hole; thinking that the gold dust is sand they throw it away:
Put out your hand
There's nothing to hold
Open your mouth
I'll stuff it with gold
Ah, you poor devil, look up if you will
The City Of God is there on the hill
(Bob Dylan: False Prophet)
The song pays tribute to adventure stories of hardship and romance; ie, Jack Livings’ “Mountain Of Swords Seas Of Fire”:
I search the world the over
For the Holy Grail
I sing songs of love
I sing songs of betrayal
Don't care what I drink
Don't care what I eat
I climbed the mountain of swords on my bare feet
(BP Bob Dylan: False Prophet)
Referencing:
I'll eat when I'm hungry
I'll drink when I'm dry
If hard times don't get me
I' ll lay down and die
(Tex Ritter: Rye Whiskey ~ traditional)
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I eat when when I'm hungry
I drink when I'm dry
And Iive my life on the square
Bob Dylan: Standing In The Doorway)
As Dylan so often does, the singer/songwriter from the North Country has a little fun at the expense of interpreters of his lyrics – Freudians, for example:
What are you looking at?
There's nothing to see
Just a cool breeze that's encircling me
Let's go for a walk in the garden
So far and so wide
We can sit in the shade by the fountain-side
Or is it that King Solomon actually likes his country pie:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters
And streams from Lebanon
Awake, O north wind, and come thou south
Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out
Let my beloved come into his garden
And eat his pleasant fruits
(Song Of Solomon 4: 15,16)
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On August 6, 1986, Dylan plays a rather acclaimed concert in Paso Robles, California, accompanied by Tom Petty. Nice setlist, with a beautiful tribute to Ricky Nelson (“Lonesome Town”), who was killed in a plane crash on New Year’s Eve; with the live debut of “Brownsville Girl” (partly at least – Dylan only plays the chorus); with some nice covers (“Uranium Rock”, for example, and “Across The Borderline”) and with an attractive mix of old and new own work. Dylan is in a good mood, praises the quality of The Heartbreakers, his band (“It’s a real rock ‘n’ roll band here”) and is pleased that old comrade Al Kooper joins in for “Like A Rolling Stone”.
But he doesn’t talk about any of that, a little later in the interview with the co-writer of “Brownsville Girl”, with Sam Shepard:
BOB: Oh, you know where I just was?
SAM: Where?
BOB: Paso Robles. You know, on that highway where James Dean got killed?
SAM: Oh yeah?
BOB: I was there at the spot. On the spot. A windy kinda place.
SAM: They’ve got a statue or monument to him in that town, don’t they?
BOB: Yeah, but I was on the curve where he had the accident. Outsida town. And this place is incredible. I mean the place where he died is as powerful as the place he lived.
James Dean is an indestructible hero to Dylan. He brings him up regularly, unsolicited too, always admiring him. It must have flattered him that journalists and biographers often compare him to James Dean – a comparison that is officially recorded by Don McLean in the immortal pop monument “American Pie” (1971), in which Bob Dylan plays a small part, as “the jester”:
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
When asked, in the Bill Flanagan interview 2017, Dylan is not too happy with that comparison with a joker (“A jester? Sure, the jester writes songs like ‘Masters of War’, ‘A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall’, ‘It’s Alright, Ma’ – some jester. I have to think he’s talking about somebody else. Ask him”), but Don McLean is not entirely wrong.
In that conversation with Sam Shepard – one of the best Dylan interviews ever – Dylan is quite explicit about the life-decisive influence of the young deceased actor:
BOB: Naw. The only reason I wanted to go to New York is ’cause James Dean had been there.
SAM: So you really liked James Dean?
BOB: Oh, yeah. Always did.
SAM: How come?
BOB: Same reason you like anybody, I guess. You see somethin’ of yourself in them.
Dean was a racing fanatic, took part in racing races, and, as we know, he died in his Porsche 550 on his way to yet another race in Salinas. And echoes of that crash the jester in a coat borrowed from James Dean seems to process in the third verse of “Bob Dylan’s Blues”:
Lord, I ain’t goin’ down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don’t have no sports car
And I don’t even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block
The gimmick of the first two verses, contrasting anomaly and cliché, is gone. The third verse has no “inner conflict”. Although a “sports car” is a unusual attribute in a song in 1962 (in January ’63, shortly after the creation of this song, Elvis sings “(There’s) No Room To Rhumba In A Sports Car” – there are hardly any other examples), a sports car is, unlike the Lone Ranger and unlike the five and ten cent women, not alienating or unrealistic; the couplet has – again – no relation to the other verses, but is in itself a weekday, realistic tableau.
With some tolerance there seems to be, for the first time, a kind of storyline to the following verse. The narrator has just told us that he could walk around the block, and now the narrator indeed is walking in the street:
Well, the wind keeps a-blowin’ me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don’t step on me
…but it’s not really gonna be a story. It’s another stand-alone tableau, this time with a high Woody Guthrie content. Spoken, it seems, by Dylan’s protagonist from “I Was Young When I Left Home”, or rather from “Man On The Street”, that old hobo who dies so lost and lonely on the street. A Guthrie archetype anyway, but Dylan also borrows his vernacular – from “Goin’ Down The Road”, for example:
I'm blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
But then again, the choice of words and images are clichéd enough to have been raked out of dozens of other songs. In these same days, Jimmy Dean (what’s in a name) writes a sequel of his hit “Big Bad John”, called “Little Bitty Big John”, containing the words his hat in his hand, to name just one other possible lyric influencer.
Anyway, this tableau, this fourth verse, has nothing more to offer than a snapshot, is nothing more than a stand-alone intermezzo.
A similar loose link as from the third to the fourth verse seems discernible, again with some leniency, from the fourth to the last verse. The Great Common Divider is then Woody Guthrie, and again the vernacular, the specific jargon, is a first trigger. In this case the somewhat dated lookit. Though Dylan uses it differently, here. Guthrie uses it as a phonetic short-cut for look at. As in his autobiography Bound For Glory (“I got ’em! I got ’em! Hi! Lookit me!”) and as in a song like “Dry Bed” (“Hey, lookit my dry bed! Come feel my dry bed!”) – where, by the way, both in his book and in the songs, “lookit” most of the time is said by children.
In the 1940s, the somewhat shabby, hillbilly-ish word shifts to Hollywood, to the city, and even to the elite. In a recorded phone conversation between President Kennedy and the Mayor of Chicago, Richard Daley, we hear how Daley teaches party discipline to a colleague: “He’ll do it. The last time I told him, ‘Now lookit… you vote for anything the President wants‘… and that’s the way it’s gonna be.”
In migrating to a higher social class the meaning has shifted too, apparently. Now it means something like “listen”, “look” – and that’s how Dylan applies it here:
Well, lookit here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right
Yes!
No, that’s not how Woody uses it. It’s a lookit, actually, like it’s exclusively sung by Howlin’ Wolf. Like in “Mr. Highway Man” from 1952 (“Lookit here, man, please check this oil”), but especially like in the Mother of all Blueses, in the template for all slow blues songs, in “Goin’ Down Slow”:
Now lookit here
I did not say I was a millionaire
But I said I have spent more money than a millionaire
Not too far-fetched, of course. Dylan’s love for Howlin’ Wolf is well documented, this version of “Goin’ Down Slow” has just been released on single, the song gets a name-check in Dylan’s “Caribbean Wind” (1980) and again, more explicitly, in 2020 on Rough And Rowdy Ways. Twice even, both in “Key West” and in “Murder Most Foul”.
After that intentional or accidental detour Dylan ends up with Woody Guthrie again, with one of his signature songs, “Pretty Boy Floyd”. According to the narrator, the addressed buddy has to live his life just like the I-person does, just like the romanticized version of that bank robber: with his six-shooter he is allowed to rob banks. Because banks, as the myth around Pretty Boy Floyd says, are the heartless, greedy institutions that evict poor, honest and hardworking people from their homes. “And tell the judge I was okay with it.”
Words of a rebel with a cause.
“Bob Dylan’s Blues” is still not a Greatest Hit. On stage Dylan will never perform it, the song is ignored by colleagues and it is never selected for compilation albums. Except that one time, for the very first Bob Dylan Greatest Hits album. Actually, it’s a bit puzzling that it was even selected at all for The Freewheelin’, instead of small masterpieces like “Tomorrow Is A Long Time” and “He Was A Friend Of Mine”, or more successful songs like “Let Me Die In My Footsteps” and “Quit Your Low Down Ways”. Or one of the many other songs Dylan records in these same days, which are not officially released until decades later.
Still, we have to hand it to the anonymous compiler of that stern musik compilation: “Bob Dylan’s Blues” is a rudimentary sample of the things to come. The surreal touch of the opening stanza with The Lone Ranger predicts the disruptive, poetic explosions like “Farewell Angelina” and “Tombstone Blues”. The love poetry of the second strophe announces “Love Minus Zero”, the urban blues of the third verse promises a return to Highway 61 and the last two strophes illustrate the folky Woody Guthrie phase in which the young Dylan currently still is wallowing.
Thus, the 2’28” of “Bob Dylan’s Blues” is like the overture of a Mozart opera: in two and a half minutes, the ditty divulges the highlights of the next four years, the years up to 29 July 1966, the day Dylan barely escapes a James Dean final.
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