Why does Dylan like Tampa Red?

By Tony Attwood and Aaron Galbraith

During 1978 Bob Dylan performed “She’s Love Crazy” – a Tampa Red song from 1941.   In all Dylan sang it 48 times – he obviously liked it.  He also dipped into “Love her with a feeling”.

Tampa Red was born Hudson Woodbridge in 1903, and was later known as Hudson Whittaker after his parents died during his childhood.  He died in 1981, and was one of the great Chicago blues men.

His first step towards fame came when accompanying Ma Rainey, the lady mentioned in Tombstone Blues, and in 1928 he started recording with Georgia Tom (Thomas Dorsey) particularly with the Hokum Boys.   Hokum was a form of blues that had sexually explicit lyrics and occasional rhythmic changes.

Here’s the Tampa Red Hokum Jug Band

 

Tampa Red then became known for a bottleneck style and was later known as The Man with the Gold Guitar.

This recording has examples of his solo guitar playing

https://youtu.be/g-5M–sc5lY

He was often recorded playing single-string runs – one of the first performers to do so.

“It hurts me too” was one of his best known songs…

And here is “She’s Love Crazy” which Dylan performed

https://youtu.be/uW1oNg51vHo

Tampa Red created a number of blues songs which became a staple part of the blues genre.

Bob Dylan performed the song in 1978 – at a time when Tampa Red was still with us – he passed away in 1981.

https://youtu.be/vjfo45qWOY8

 

Interestingly Dylan played about with the song on the tour, changing both the speed and the key.

https://youtu.be/JXRjPc3euEQ

As for Dylan’s tributes to him, perhaps it was an awareness of Tampa Red’s last years that caused Bob to pay an extra tribute to him.

Tampa Red’s wife died in 1953 and it is reported that after that he took heavily to drink, making his final recordings in 1960.  He died destitute in Chicago at the age of 77 in March 1981.

Why does Dylan like (the series)

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

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Untold Dylan: The YouTube channel

Words by Tony Attwood

Hard work and technical knowledge by Aaron Galbraith

It is often suggested that I am still stuck in the 1950s, playing Dylan records on a trusty record player at 33 and a third revs per minute, and that Untold Dylan is written on parchment with a quill pen, my trusty associates then typing the texts up beore handing them over to more modern folk who eventually see to things and get my words of wisdom before the contemporary world by placing these musings upon the Internet.

Well yes, up to a point.  But fortunately some around me are of a more modern inclination, and as such have now taken Untold Dylan further forward with a You Tube channel.

I must admit I am not quite sure what this is but I am told that if you take a peek via the link below you will see wonders upon wonders.

We have for example six Play Lady Play playlists taken from the articles from that series, meaning you can play the list in sequence while reading the article.  There is a list of the articles below to help out.

We also have a full play list for our invented album “Sheep in Wolves’ Clothing” including

And (and this is the bit I really love) my own invented album (“Dylan 1980”) now exists as a YouTube album.  You can follow that extravaganza via these links.

Untold Dylan: The Youtube channel

And seriously, a million thanks to Aaron for getting the channel going and setting out the selections.

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Bob Dylan And Faith (Part VIII): Nietzsche

Bob Dylan and Faith

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Bob Dylan And Faith (Part VII): Nietzsche

by Larry Fyffe

Some examiners of the song lyrics of Bob Dylan claim that in the song ‘Cry A While’ , the line “A nasty, dirty, double-crossing, back-stabbing phony” refers to Anglo/Irish writer Oliver Goldsmith, who in his scramble to keep out of debt, pens ‘hack’ works that appeal to the religious outlook of the Anglican Establishment, ie, ‘The Ballad Of Edwin And Angelina’), akin to the sentiments expressed in the writings of Robert Southey (who comes along later in history); tales in which  the good and bad get their just deserts as God preordains they will – all’s well that end’s well.

However, the ‘light-tragedy’ of William Blake is a personal mythology with no happy ending; therein, the time is out of joint – rational science sees to it that objectively-driven material production triumphs over that which is lovingly produced. According to the symbolic poet, the industrial Tiger eats the caring Lamb; in the Land of Diestic Enlightenment, the imagination of the creative artist is chained up; sexual energy is driven underground; there is no escape from a ‘dark’ life of drudgery.

Christ is crucified; Satan wins:

The virgin started from her seat with a shriek
Fled back unhindered till she came into the vales of Har
(William Blake: Book of Thel)

Deconstructed, Blakean mythology’s still rather paternalistic – much like the viewpoint of orthodox religion (and those of the NeoChristianity of Emanuel Swedenborg) that Blake supposedly rebels against; he wants to have his cake, and  eat it too.

An irony not lost in the song lyrics below; time is short, baby; forget St. Paul, ask the Rose of Sharon – she knows that experiencing sexual relationships after the innocence of youth is what makes a gal wise to the ways of the world.

To wit:

Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts
Karl Marx has got you by the throat, 
       Henry Kissinger's still got you wrapped up in knots ....
Well, the Man on a cross, and He's been crucified
You know who He is, and you know why He died
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up, strengthen the things that remain?
(Bob Dylan: When You Gonna Wake Up)

Seems that the new boss is quite like the old boss – Eve gets the blame for the human alienation in the New Babylon as she does for the troubles in the Old Babylon of the Holy Bible.

What happened to the lusty Abel? Where is the demon lover Lilith when you need her?

Poetic philosopher Frederick Nietzsche dreams that he was amongst the ones who put the earthy Dionysian god to death – the  ‘god’  who needs not to wait for a  heavenly ‘afterlife’ to find spiritual happiness.

Nietzsche is not altogether dead:

Preacher was talking, there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You can not depend on it to be your guide
When it is you who must be satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in your throat
She went with the man in the long black coat
(Bob Dylan: The Man In The Long Black Coat)

In the song lyrics below, the narrator thereof dreams that he kills St. Augustine, a convert to Christianity, who turns away from the Persian religious founder Mani, the prophet of forces ‘dark’ and ‘light’; the saint develops the concepts of ‘original sin’ and of the timeless Jesus:

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
(Bob Dylan: I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine)

https://youtu.be/9shcE0VYeN4

Concludes the orderly Apollonian songwriter, and  musician:

I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go where where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
(Bob Dylan: I Contain Multitudes)

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NET 1991 part 3: King of the Unsteady

By Mike Johnson (Kiwipoet)

By listening to the performances, we are starting to get a feel for that difficult and contentious year, 1991. Not quite the train wreck that the commentators claim, the year comes across to me more like a year of on-stage rehearsals, with Dylan trying out new arrangements and new musicians in front of audiences. This attempt to make old songs new again would not fully pay off until later years. Here we see them in their raw state, and the results are more gritty than pretty.

There is something of a deconstructive urge at work that I detected in the 1988 performances. The results can sound quite harsh and uncompromising. The tendency to flatten the melodic line with his scratchy voice, and so leach much of the drama from the songs, is evident in this performance of his 1966 epic ‘Visions of Johanna’. Lacking the soaring spookiness of his 1966 live performances, or the midnight sinuousness of the album version, this 1991 performance lacks atmosphere, despite some energetic acoustic guitar. And, at least to my mind, the up tempo versions of the song fail to capture it in all its glory. He rattles through it well enough, but often those incomparable lyrics get blurred or rushed over. Verses get dropped out, and although he works the song up to a strong ending, the ultimate result is less than electrifying.

Visions of Johanna

We get a better result with ‘Simple Twist of Fate’. He keeps the tempo slow and takes his time with the lyrics. The vocal works okay, with some interesting lyrical variations, but there is some dissonant guitar work from Dylan that puts us on edge. A trenchant harp break helps give the song some push, but the overall effect is of a sound that hasn’t quite jelled. And I’m not sure about that ‘trick ending’ as Dylan describes it to the audience at the end of the song. It sounds to me as if he didn’t quite know when and where to end it.

Simple Twist of Fate

That other classic from Blood on the Tracks, ‘Shelter from the Storm’ does not fare so well, although the vocal is not rushed and there’s some nice jazzy harp. The real issue is with the overall sound and the general messiness of it. And we have to finally ask if Dylan is playing in the same key as everybody else. His tendency to play under the note, and to give even these semi-acoustic performances a punk like sound, makes for uneasy listening.

It seems that whatever the key of the song, Dylan always plays in the key of D – that is, the key of Dylan. The presence of Dylan as Mr Guitar Man is only just beginning to assert itself, and will become an increasing factor in the following years. A movement is taking place from Dylan as purely rhythm guitar, chord keeper, to Dylan the lead or assistant lead guitar. The results, particularly in 1991, are not easy on the ear.

Shelter from the Storm

On the other hand, the other guitarist, I assume it’s John Johnson, doesn’t help much either, with some odd tuning to his own guitar. Whoever it is, the overall effect is scrappy.

You notice some difference when Dylan is not playing the guitar, as on this rough and ready but serviceable performance of ‘Under the Red Sky’. Dylan is on the electric piano, although not obtrusively, and although we have that scratchy voice to deal with, the performance carries us along okay. We are reminded once more of how good this droll song is.

Under the Red Sky.

Dylan’s 1984 ‘Man of Peace’ gets a nice nineties chuggy beat (where have I heard that beat before?) and works well with Dylan on piano once more. It’s a foot-tapper, but doesn’t really take off. You can hear Dylan trying hard with that voice, but again, the strain is evident. The song doesn’t have such a great reputation, but I think it sums up well his post Christian doubt.

Man of Peace

‘Knocking on Heaven’s Door’ is one of Dylan’s most famous songs, and he has never let it drift too far from his setlist. This semi-acoustic version builds well, Dylan again on electric piano, with a lovely, free flowing break. Again, however, I’m less impressed with the guitar work. The vocal is up front, and while that same strain is evident, we can hear Dylan reaching for a new vocal line and not falling back on old tried and true formulations. It’s not my favourite version, but it has a certain raw authenticity to it. It struggles rather than soars, but that fits the song too.

Knocking on Heavens Door

Then, out of these dusty corners there rolls another gem, Dylan’s gospel classic from 1980, ‘I Believe in You’. The pure, bluesy, opening harp break would alone justify its inclusion here, and once more I wonder where this song was hiding when I did my Master Harpist series. And while Dylan’s washed-out voice doesn’t have the richness of the 1980 Toronto performances, he takes to the song with a will, and all goes well until he flubs the lyrics, mixes the lines, and can’t seem to recover the momentum of the song. For all that, however, it’s a spirited performance well worth the listen.

I Believe in You

‘Just like a Woman’ has never been my favourite Dylan song, and this not my favourite performance of it. Nevertheless it is a sustained performance, with an intensification of the vocal towards the end. The tender vulnerability of the album version is lost, however, and the music meanders on for a few choruses after the verses to little effect. Just marking time, it seems to me.

Just like a Woman

We can, however, quite safely kick our shoes off and do a little soft-shoe shuffle to ‘I’ll be your Baby Tonight’.  It all seems to come together. Dylan sings with plenty of verve and imagination. The band seems to settle in too. You sense Dylan and the band are having the kind of good time the song promises as they chug along. It’s about as laid back as Dylan gets. The jazzy harp sets it up nicely at the beginning, and finishes it off nicely at the end. Only towards the end of the song do we hear Dylan’s dissonant Stratocaster messing with our heads. This is another from the summer tour.

I’ll be your Baby Tonight

‘Senor’ is another regular to Dylan’s set list. It’s a great vocal, but he misses out the crucial last verse and the song chugs along for another two minutes without much happening. The sense of oppression this song can build up, and the drama of it, are largely lost here, not so much because of Dylan’s vocal but because the looser chuggier beat doesn’t suit the song, which Dylan will later learn how to build into a crescendo.

 Senor

Songs like ‘Senor’ and ‘Visions of Johanna’ are mood songs – as is ‘Man in the Long Black Coat’. But while the former two songs lost much of their atmosphere, ‘Man in the Long Black Coat’ must be one of the strongest performances of the year. Despite the tendency to flatten the melody somewhat, Dylan delivers a pungent, emotional performance, his voice once again seeking new ways through the melodic line. This performance has none of the polished grandeur of the 1995 Prague performance (see Master Harpist 1), but, in keeping with the year, it has a harsh, raw power.

Man in the Long Black Coat

That brings to an end our tour of Dylan’s 1991 performances, and what a difficult and puzzling year it is to come to grips with. Not quite the train wreck of reputation, but things weren’t right much of the time with the Undesirables. The band never really jelled. Painful when you compare it to the precision machine Dylan now has, evident on Tempest and Rough and Rowdy Ways. The overall sound was often discordant and sharp, especially when Dylan began to test his Mr Guitar Man fingers.

And there was a certain amount of deliberate jettisoning of the legend, and the image of the legend. Dylan’s approach to the vocals was spirited, but he often elided words or forgot them, or left off verses. And there were unrehearsed and inconclusive endings to some of the songs. Messy endings.

Yet there was a spirit of innovation in the air. Dylan playing electric piano. Dylan playing increasingly jazzy harp breaks, sounding thin and mercurial. Dylan stretching his often strained voice in new directions, seeking new ways of resonating with the songs.

All this shemozzle would start to pay off in 1992. There was nowhere left to go but up.

Kia Ora, and see you next time.

You might also like to note…

Dylan and T.S Elliot meeting in the Captain’s Tower

And… Mike’s previous megaseries for Untold Dylan: Bob Dylan Master Harpist contains six articles which between them offer the most comprehensive guide to Dylan’s harmonica techniques ever assembled.

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The Mississippi-series, part 6

 

The Mississippi series

by Jochen Markhorst

Like earlier “Desolation Row” and “Where Are You Tonight?”, “Mississippi” can’t really be dealt with in one article. Too grand, too majestic, too monumental. And, of course, such an extraordinary masterpiece deserves more than one paltry article.

As the master says (not about “Mississippi”, but about bluegrass, in the New York Times interview of June 2020): Its’s mysterious and deep rooted and you almost have to be born playing it. […] It’s harmonic and meditative, but it’s out for blood.

VI         Charades

All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Ineradicable, and sometimes tiring, are the many, many Dylan admirers and exegeses who persistently try to interpret Dylan songs biographically. It leads to puzzling with facts and names from the man’s life, to often rather embarrassing “analyses” that try to prove that one you “actually” is Dylan’s wife Sara, another her “actually” Joan Baez, and a baby in a third song “actually” Edie Sedgwick, or something like that.

In doing so, the puzzlers trivialise – unintentionally, we may hope – Dylan’s poetry, downgrading it to petty settlements, childishly encrypted diary entries and small-minded gossip. Inappropriate, and unworthy of a great artist. Of course; private impressions and personal observations do whirl down into Dylan’s work, as with any true artist. You can’t describe a train journey poetically if you’ve never been on a train, you can’t describe jealousy poetically if you’ve never experienced this particular emotion, and you must have been confronted at least once with leopard fur and women’s hats to be able to use it effectively as an accessory in lyrics. And more than that it is not – “These are images which are just in there and have got to come out,” as the writer says in the SongTalk interview with Paul Zollo, 1991.

Dylan himself declares since the 60’s, following Rimbaud, that je est un autre, that the self in his songs is not the same as the writer of the song. As the then only sixteen year old Rimbaud writes in the same Lettre du Voyant: “La chanson est si peu souvent l’oeuvre, c’est-à-dire la pensée chantée et comprise du chanteur – the song is so rarely the work or the sung thought of the singer himself.”

The statement is beautifully illustrated by a witness statement, by Malcom Burn, musician and recording engineer of Oh Mercy, in the fascinating Tell Tale Signs Special interview series in Uncut:

“Nothing on the record took a lot of takes really. The only thing we took a lot of time getting – and this is another interesting thing about is approach – is like, if he was fixing a vocal part. Y’know if he wanted to punch in just a part of a song again. It was never about whether it was in tune or out of tune or anything like that. It would be – let’s say he’s singing a replacement line – he’d sing it and you’d try to mix it into the original track, he’d listen to it and he’d say, “Ah, nah, nah, nah. That’s not the guy.” And I’d say, “The guy?” And he’d say, “Yeah. It’s not the same guy.”

“It’s not the guy,” it’s not the person whose character the performer Dylan takes on for this particular song. Burn learns a lot from it, he says. It’s not so very important whether a verse sounds a little out of tune, or not quite in time, that doesn’t interest Dylan in the least – the personality, “the guy” has to be right. It is, in short, acting; je est un autre.

So the man who, in these verses of “Mississippi”, says that he has such great powers of expression and such sublime thoughts, is not Dylan himself. Any doubt about this is definitively dispelled by Elton John, in his disconcerting, very witty and shameless autobiography Me (2019):

“Simon and Garfunkel had dinner one night, then played charades. At least, they tried to play charades. They were terrible at it. The best thing I can say about them is that they were better than Bob Dylan. He couldn’t get the hang of the ‘how many syllables?’ thing at all. He couldn’t do ‘sounds like’ either, come to think of it. One of the best lyricists in the world, the greatest man of letters in the history of rock music, and he can’t seem to tell you whether a word’s got one syllable or two syllables or what it rhymes with! He was so hopeless, I started throwing oranges at him.”

Now, Elton’s memories aren’t necessarily very reliable. This is at a time when Sir Elton Hercules John is a renowned bulk consumer of liquor and drugs, and the orange scene has to be told to him the next morning by others, to his own horror, but the core of the story, Dylan’s clumsiness at a game of Charades, must be true.

And meanwhile Elton of course recognizes the greatness of Dylan’s lyrics. He surely recognizes the tenor of these verses, of

All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme.

After all, the Rocketman himself has had a Dylan song on the shelf for years, for which he just can’t find the right je-ne-sais-quoi:

“There are words that Bernie’s written that I’ve never managed to come up with music for. He wrote a great lyric called ‘The Day That Bobby Went Electric’, about hearing Dylan sing ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ for the first time, and I just couldn’t get a tune I thought was right; I tried four or five times.”

Probably early 1980, for the 21 At 33 album. The leaked demo is quite nice by the way, but is not about “Subterranean Homesick Blues”. Elton’s regular lyricist Bernie Taupin closes in the last verse:

The day that Bobby went electric
I was struggling through my teens
And when he plugged in up at Newport
I was caught up in a dream

… so that must have been “Maggie’s Farm”.

As far as the content of these “Mississippi” lines is concerned, the message is not too earth-shattering, obviously. “There are no words to describe your beauty” is actually a rather corny compliment. And the easy way out for the failing poet, who, after all, is paid to find the words to describe beauty, feelings, emotion at all. Sarah Vaughan’s “Words Can’t Describe”, “I Don’t Know How To Say I Love You” by The Superlatives, Sinatra’s “How Deep Is The Ocean?”… it is of all times and apparently even the biggest guns do have the odd off-day – and then turn need into a virtue, creating from the search for the right words a masterpiece that thematises exactly that very speechlessness. Shakespeare, of course (“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”), Goethe’s Werther, Rimbaud (“ne sachant m’expliquer sans paroles païennes, je voudrais me taire – unaware how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather be mute”)… and Dylan, of course.

In an uninspired past, the bard has sought refuge in that escape route. In “Never Say Goodbye” for example:

You’re beautiful beyond words
You’re beautiful to me

As well, in a sad variant, in the mean “Ballad In Plain D” (“The words to say I’m sorry, I haven’t found yet”) – but there it is still more beautifully, poetically phrased than in “Never Say Goodbye”. And again, in the twenty-first century, Dylan does find another poetically successful way of saying that he doesn’t know what to say: I’m searching for phrases to sing your praises (“Soon After Midnight”, 2012).

And the same paradoxical achievement comes from the guy from “Mississippi”, thanks to screenwriter Dylan: he finds great words to say he can’t find words.

To be continued. Next up: Mississippi part VII: Dorsey Dixon

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I’ve Made Up My Mind to Give Myself to You. And Offenbach and Johnny Cash.

By Tony Attwood

Lots of people have said a few words about this song, but sadly those few words are often wrong.  At least I think they are wrong.  So, I’ll try and explain and justify.

One of the first reviews I read said, “Here’s a love song in 3/4 time,” but even that starter is wrong, at least in my opinion.   And as I don’t often get a chance to show off a bit of my classical music education I’ll utilise it now.

The song is pretty much a straight copy of Offenbach’s Barcarolle from “Tales of Hoffmann,”   So we can start there.

Jacques Offenbach was a 19th century German-French composer and impresario. known for his operettas.  His single opera “Tales of Hoffman” (which was never completed), is still a key part of  the repertoire of opera companies today.

Here’s the original

So barcaroles were not in 3/4 time (as in three beats in a bar) as indeed this one isn’t.  They are in 6/8, which sounds quite different.  6/8 is six beats in a bar in two groups of three, moving

1  2  3  1  2  3  /  1  2  3  1  2  3

and so on – generally quite quickly as here.  The usual description is that this music is lilting.  Barcaroles do give a feeling of relaxed sentiment.   This comes from Act 2 if you want to listen to the whole work.

So what it is not, is a reference back to “Got my mind made up” by Tom Petty, which Dylan did record, but I can’t find a copy freely available on line.  So here’s Tom larking around with it.

But that’s got nothing to do with it, so we should quickly return to Bob and agree that what he has done is taken a popular piece of operatic music and put lyrics to it with a new accompaniment (but keeping the same melody and chords).

Incidentally for those who like to claim that Bob is a musical thief and he should be prosecuted for stealing all these old songs, the work of Offenbach is out of copyright.

Here are the lyrics

Sitting on my terrace lost in the stars
Listening to the sounds of the sad guitars
Been thinking it over and I thought it all through
I’ve made up my mind to give myself to you

I saw the first fall of snow
I saw the flowers come and go
I don’t think anyone else ever knew
I made up my mind to give myself to you

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

My eye is like a shooting star
It looks at nothing, neither near or far
No one ever told me, it’s just something I knew
I’ve made up my mind to give myself to you

If I had the wings of a snow white dove
I’d preach the gospel, the gospel of love
A love so real - a love so true
I made up my mind to give myself to you

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

I travelled the long road of despair
I met no other traveller there
A lot of people gone, a lot of people I knew
I’ve made up my mind to give myself to you

My heart’s like a river - a river that sings
It just takes me a while to realise things
I’ll see you at sunrise - I’ll see you at dawn
I’ll lay down beside you, when everyone is gone

From the plains and the prairies - from the mountains to the sea
I hope that the gods go easy with me
I knew you’d say yes - I’m saying it too
I’ve made up my mind to give myself to you

The line that gives all the problems in one go is “Take me out travelling, you’re a travelling man”.  Up to this point it is all fairly comfortable with lines such as

Been thinking it over and I thought it all through
I’ve made up my mind to give myself to you

That sounds like a relationship proposal, and since this is Bob Dylan and we know a bit about his life, and his loves, we might assume the song is sung to a lady.  Especially as later we have

I’ll see you at sunrise - I’ll see you at dawn
I’ll lay down beside you, when everyone is gone

but then we have the “Take me out travelling, you’re a travelling man.”  So is he suddenly back to giving himself up to Jesus all these years after running away from the Christian Church?  I have seen that proposed but it seems deeply unlikely to me and besides might Bob not have described “you” as “You” in that case?

Besides Bob Dylan knows about the travelling man, as does everyone whose been brought up through popular music and  the blues.  Indeed Bootleg 15 was “Travelling through”.  (That’s the one that starts with the alternate version of “Drifters Escape”; almost as if the guys at the record company had been reading Untold Dylan and knew at once what the most important Kafaesque song of the “travelling through” era was).

The one thing that did strike me however was the comment in Rolling Stone (what an excellent magazine that is) about the Bootleg 15 set where they said, “It’s rare to hear Dylan sound like a fan trying to be a peer, but that’s what’s evident here.”  That is in relation to him singing with Johnny Cash.  So is he here giving a tribute to the great master, the man he admires so much?  In that case the “lay down beside you” is easily recognisable as saying he will always give tribute to Johnny Cash, no matter what.

Of course it might just be a throwaway line.  I know that is not a popular idea – that the mighty Bob Dylan might on occasion just throw in lines that are there because they sound good, but why not?  Does every single Dylan line really have a great powerful meaning?    (Incidentally when I was studying classical music we did occasionally use the phrase “Mozart on an off day” for a brilliant section of the score which seemed out of context.  Why not “Dylan on a off day” as well?  He couldn’t find a line that worked so dropped  that in.)

But no, I’m going with the Travelling Man being either Johnny Cash, or just a phrase that means a person who keeps on keeping on, rather than necessarily a specific man.  So in the lyrics we ought to write

Take me out travelling, you’re a "travelling man"

We will of course continue through the whole album until everything is reviewed.  Here’s what’s be done so far.  Hope you enjoyed my little meander.

Postscript: As you will see from the comments, the song has been used before – something I was not aware of.  Here is a link to the earlier version by Donald Peers from 1969.

Rough and Rowdy Ways

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Bob Dylan And Faith (Part VII): Calliope

Bob Dylan and Faith

by Larry Fyffe

William Blake laments the state of decline in the standard of poetry in his day; he draws upon Greek and Roman mythology. Apollo, son of Olympian Zeus, be the God of Music; Zeus fathers the female Muses referred to in the aforementioned  William Blake’ poem “To The Muses”.

They are:

  • Calliope, The Muse of Epic Poetry
  • Clio, The Muse of History
  • Erato, The Muse of Love Poetry
  • Euterpe, The Muse of Lyric Poetry
  • Melpomen, The Muse of Tragedy
  • Polyhymnia, The Muse of Hymns
  • Terpsichore, Muse Of Dance
  • Thalia, The Muse of Comedy
  • Urania, The Muse of Astronomy

Blake takes the theme of the decline of contemporary artistic creativity from the following epic poem:

Here, O ye hallowed Nine! For in your train
I follow, here the deadened strain revive
Nor let Calliope refuse to sound
A somewhat higher song, of the loud tone
Which when the wretched birds of chattering note
Had heard, they of forgiveness lost all hope
(Dante: Purgatory, Canto I)

In the postmodernist movie ‘Deadman’, a native American “Indian”, an admirer of poet William Blake, pokes fun at the sorrowful state that the producers  of American gun-shooting movies have fallen into – ‘Nobody’ parodies Dante’s plea: “He who talks loud, says nothing”.

Singer/songwriter Bob Dylan banishes loud rocknroll music from the following song:

I'm falling in love with Calliope
She don't belong to anybody, why not give her to me?
She's speaking to me, speaking with her eyes
I've grown so tired of chasing lies
Mother of Muses, wherever you are
I've already outlived my life by far
(Bob Dylan: Mother Of Muses)

Epic poetry involves time out of mind in which extraordinary individuals struggle with seemingly supernatural forces; a narrative poetry that endeavours to give a sense of transcendental meaning to particular events in human history – personified as Calliope who is considered the wisest of the Nine Muses; Titan Mnemosyne (Memory) is the mother of them all. Homer’s ‘Odyssey’ and Virgil’s ‘Aeneid’ are famous long epics. The Gods therein possess human traits, and interact with mortals

Whereas Emanuel Swedenborg places the struggles faced by humans in realms beyond the physical world in which they bodily exist, the epics of Roman and Greek mythologies bring them back home to earth. In ‘Mother Of Muses’, Dylan mentions the leading British, American, and Russian heroes of World War II; dark days they were.

Robert Frost, who’s mother be a Swedenborg Christian, nonetheless himself stays halfway between heaven and earth; he’s middle-of-the-line in so as far as his poems are concerned, a part-time Romantic Transcendentalist at best.

In the following song, Bob Dylan (he’s older than that now) steps over the line a bit in the direction of a wistful wind from spiritual heaven:

Well, my heart's like a river, a river that sings
Just takes me a while to realize things
I see you at sunrise, I see you at dawn
I'll lay down beside you when everyone's gone
I've travelled from the mountains to the sea
I hope that the gods go easy with me
I know you'd say 'yes', I'm saying it too
I've made up my mind to give myself to you
(Bob Dylan: I've Made Up My Mind To Give Myself To You)

Yet still, one can not pin Dylan to a creed:

The wind tapped like a tired man
And like a host, "Come In"
I boldly answered. Entered then
My residence within
A rapid footless guest
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air
(Emily Dickinson: The Wind Tapped Like a Tired Man)

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1987/8: possibly the greatest trilogy of compositions in Dylan’s career

By Tony Attwood

This article is part of the Bob Dylan themes series which considers the subject matter of Bob’s songs in the order they were written.  There is an index to the series at The Themes index, year by year.  The latest articles are…

So now we move on the 1987/8

The thesis within this series of articles is that while it is most certainly very possible to get a lot of insights into Dylan’s thinking and the motivation behind his writing by analysing the lyrics of his songs in detail, it is also possible to get an insight into how the man was feeling, and how he was seeing the world during the course of a year, by looking at the themes within his lyrics over short periods of time.

And this is worthwhile because although Bob Dylan has given insightful interviews he has also sometimes answered in a way that might be thought to be a little flippant, if not downright misleading.

With this thought in mind I’ve been trying to place each song that Dylan wrote year by year into categories and see what (if anything) that tells us.

In 1986 Bob’s writing was dominated (I think for the first time ever) with tales of lost love – 12 of the songs being on that subject, with another six on themes relating to chaos, life being a mess, and generally being lost.   Of the love songs, the lyrical approach that dominates most years, there only six.

1987/8 saw Bob’s name linked to 16 songs but these included a number of Wilburys compositions with which it is unclear how much input Bob had.  What’s more two songs  (You can blow my mind if you want to) and As we sailed into Skibreen: a Leven  are particularly difficult to place, the former because the date is uncertain, the latter because it is a curious collaboration – and also again the date is unclear.

I want initially to deal with three songs which were nothing to do with the Wilburys, although it may well be that Congratulations (which became a Wilbury song) was actually written before these three.  But these three really do stand out in a most amazing manner.

  1. Political world
  2. What good am I
  3. Dignity 

Even if Congratulations was written before these three, it was such a dashed-off piece of work that really it hardly counts.  And removing it from the writing schedule shows us Bob taking a long break from song writing (and not for the first time) before suddenly charging off in a new direction with three, connected, but different, triumphs.

Political world is a song of the world gone wrong – which is in fact a dominant theme of 1985, wherein I came up with the classification, “Chaos / criminals escaping / life is a mess / being lost” – and found six songs to put in that group as I noted above.

This song now pulls all the thoughts of that chaos together

We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
The next day could be your last

This is followed by the same message but from an utterly personal perspective: What good am I? –  a real self-battering.  It is not just the world gone wrong, now it is the man gone wrong too.  The title asks it all, and the answer is very dark indeed.

And then finally we come to Dignity: what we need to get out of this social and personal mess is the ability to hold onto ourselves, to keep our sense of self-worth, but not let it blow out of all proportion.  For the issue we all face is not just the issue of the world around us (although that can be horrible enough) but the way we perceive the world.

Of course for those with strong religious beliefs, the issue is resolved, but for those who have had religious beliefs and now turned away, what is needed is a genuine self-respect based on honourable behaviour, through which we can (just about) survive by being good and reasonable people.

Thus in “Political world” Dylan is saying “The world’s gone wrong.”  In “What Good Am I?” Dylan is saying we need honesty out of which we get engagement, sympathy, kindness, support, understanding, empathy… these are the qualities of the really human and humane person.  And then Dignity encapsulates all the elements of being a good person.   If you have  engagement, sympathy, kindness, support, understanding, empathy, you can have dignity and with dignity you can survive.

This is an astounding trilogy of songs, of which the full emotional impact and musical genius can only be understood, to my mind, if heard as a trilogy.  And the tragedy is that we don’t hear them as a trilogy, because they have never been released that way.  As commentators tend to insist either on considering each song in isolation, or considering the lyrics of the song from a pre-defined standpoint, or simply reviewing an album, the essence of these songs is missed.

And in saying this I am not claiming to have some sort of special insight into Dylan.  I had no idea of this link until I started to listen to Dylan’s songs in the order in which they were written.  Only then did it hit me that Dylan, in these three superb songs, written one after the other, is engaging the ultimate questions of the world: if the world itself is such a mess, and if we by-pass religion, what should our personal response be?

If you have never tried this before, may I suggest you clear quarter of an hour or so and play these three without interruption.  But compare not just the lyrics, but the whole sound of each of these three.  From the power of “Political World” to

What good am I some like all the rest
If I just turn away when I see how you're dressed
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry
What good am I?

Fat man looking into shining steel 
Thin man looking at his last meal 
Hollow man looking in a cottonfield 
For dignity

This trilogy really is the world gone wrong and the response of an individual to that collapse.  We’ve all been corrupted by the political, economic and social system.  We are all searching for Dignity – and my choice of this partial recording of the song is deliberate.  It is the moment that we see where Dylan was after those two earlier compositions, before he had the chance to start re-writing the words and trying to find an accompaniment.  This for me is the perfect rendition for these lyrics.

But most of all, listen to and look at where this early demo version of the song ends…

Soul of a nation is under the knife
Death is standing in the doorway of life
In the next room a man fighting with his wife
Over dignity

That is where Dylan had got to – and given this, the previously made arrangement to go and write songs with the Wilburys was an absolute tragedy.  Who knows what Bob might have come up with on his own, if that deal had not been there.

In terms of the Wilburys it is not always clear how much input Dylan had in each of the songs that followed, and I have elsewhere discussed at some length which songs contain enough elements of Dylan for them to be considered at least Dylan co-compositions.

Here’s the full list of songs that emerged with the usual briefest possible summary of the meaning of the lyrics…

  1. Congratulations (Lost love)
  2. Handle with care (Life’s been tough)
  3. Dirty World (Sex)
  4. Heading for the night (Life’s been tough)
  5. Last night (Sex)
  6. Margarita (Strange events)
  7. Not alone anymore (Lost love)
  8. Rattled (Lost love)
  9. Tweeter and the monkey man (Drug dealing tale)
  10. Like a Ship (Love)

I’d go with Congratulations, Tweeter, and Like a ship as the three compositions with any significant amount of Dylan within them.

But even though “Like a ship” was a Dylan song it was later changed quite considerably when Dylan was not around – here is the original version

There is one further song that dates from this year – As we sailed into Skibreen: a Leven  for which Dylan is credited with the music.  As we are focusing in this series on the lyrics, this one can’t be counted, but I would urge you to follow the link to the review where you can hear the song.  It really is delightful.

So pulling all this together what have we got in terms of Dylan’s lyric writing

  1. Political world (World is a mess)
  2. What good am I (How can I respond to this world)
  3. Dignity  (It’s all a mess)
  4. Congratulations (Lost love)
  5. Tweeter and the monkey man (Drug dealing tale)
  6. Like a Ship (Lost love)

One could link “Tweeter” back to the thoughts of the mess that the world is, as portrayed by the first three songs.

I keep getting the feeling that if the phrase “The world gone wrong” hadn’t been used by Walter Vison for his song Dylan might well have used it for an album which encapsulated the first three masterpieces in this list.  What an opening to an album that would have been.

As it was, the agreement to work with the rest of the lads, followed by the tour, meant that those three utter masterpieces were all we got, and with Dignity being unreleased Oh Mercy was less of an album than it might have been.   Especially if the tracks had been placed one after the other, and the lyrics of the acoustic version had been kept complete with its final verse, and omitting the other verses added later.

Fat man looking into shining steel
Thin man looking at his last meal
Hollow man looking in a cottonfield
For dignity

Wise man looking in a blade of grass
Young man looking in the shadows that pass
Poor man looking through painted glass
For dignity

Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the last to leave
Went into the cities, went into the towns
To the land of the midnight sun

Searching high, searching low
Searching everywhere I know
Asking the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?

Blind man breaking out of a trance
Puts both his hands into the pockets of chance
Hoping to find one circumstance
Of dignity

Stranger stares down into the light
From a platinum window in the Mexican night
Searching every bloodsucking thing in sight
For dignity

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The Mississippi-series, part 5: Frost in the room, fire in the sky

The Mississippi series

by Jochen Markhorst

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

V          Frost in the room, fire in the sky

Got nothin' for you, I had nothin' before
Don’t even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down
Nothing you can sell me, I’ll see you around

In 2007 DVD Talk interviews Henry Rollins on the occasion of his forthcoming concert registration Shock And Awe. The interview is largely about Rollins’ musical heroes, with Rollins acknowledging that he, too, is only a product of his time: “I’m not saying everything now sucks, but a record that I think is as awesome as Exile On Main Street or Houses Of The Holy? Noooo.

Recognizable; the impact of music on a receptive individual in his formative years (Rollins is from ’61, so about twelve years when those records are released) is never equalled in later years. Yesteryear’s music is always better. For, as the German poet Theodor Storm says, “der Jugend Zauber hängt doch an dir – the magic of your youth is clung to it”.

He actually only knows one exception, Rollins says: the last record by Nick Cave (Abattoir Blues, 2004).

“His new collection is extraordinary, it blows the last album away. I wrote him a letter after I played it and said, “you and Dylan are like the only guys writing songs right now.” I think the last two Dylan records have just been incredible – Time Out Of Mind and Love And Theft. Those were just amazing.”

But a little further on he can explain in a more substantive way what repels him in a lot of recent music, and what he misses:

“But with music, in the 90’s something happened to the production where the Pro Tools started coming in, pitch correction started coming in – on rock music. All of a sudden it started to sound contained to me, quantized and contained, and that’s just not really what I want from my rock and roll. Where you listen to an older record and you say “yeah those are people in a room, really, really playing”. (…) I miss the space, I miss the sound of a guitar in a room where you can hear the air around it. Who makes records like that still? Tom Waits does, Bob Dylan does.”

Henry Rollins is an exceptional, tireless multi-talent with an enviable talent for finding the right words, as evidenced by his intelligent, sharp and often witty columns in LA Weekly. And as this interview excerpt shows – a “contained sound” is a clever formulation to express the increasingly sterile sound of rock music. Missing space, “the sound of a guitar in a room where you can hear the air around it” is a perfect, poetic description of the sound Dylan so emphatically seeks when he produces his own records as “Jack Frost”.

It’s surprisingly close to what Dylan’s employees say about the production of Time Out Of Mind and “Love And Theft”, the sessions that produced “Mississippi”. Pianist Jim Dickinson, session musician on Time Out Of Mind, remembers:

“One thing that really struck me during those sessions, Dylan, he was standing singing four feet from the microphone, with no earphones on. He was listening to the sound in the room.”

And even more right to speak has engineer Chris Shaw, from “Love And Theft” to Trouble No More Dylan’s recording engineer. In the same highly entertaining and informative interview series for Uncut, the “Tell Tales Special” on the occasion of the 2008 Bootleg Series 8 of the same name, Shaw discusses his experiences with Dylan in detail in the studio. “His idea was just, basically”, he explains, “get the whole band in the room and get them playing.”

Which creates specific problems for a recording engineer, but also explains the “room” sound as Henry Rollins so aptly calls it:

“And I’d say about 85 per cent of the sound of that record is the band spilling into Bob’s microphone, because he’d sing live in the room with the band. Most of the time without headphones. That’s why the record has this big, I think, almost kind of swampy sound to it, and he loves it, he really goes for that sound.”

But the groundbreaking Dylan researcher Scott Warmuth has an even better explanation for Henry Rollins’ outspoken love for particularly those two Dylan records: Rollins hears himself. Or rather: he hears his own words.

Warmuth, who admirably succeeds in tracing sources of Dylan’s songs, discovers four fragments in “Mississippi” that Dylan has lifted from Rollins’ work. The first one, your days are numbered, is arguably somewhat dubious, but the other three are obvious.

In See A Grown Man Cry, Warmuth finds:

I don't want to know you
I have nothing for you
I don't even have a self for myself anymore
People pick at your body like crows
You want a friend, go hang out with a big rock
It's not me you want
No matter what you think

See A Grown Man Cry (1992) is an overwhelming work. It consists, like other Rollins works too, of a long series of diary-like notes made by the poet during his many travels, and reveals an extremely sharp observing, eloquent and intelligent mind. Many of the notes express the thoughts of a tormented man who can barely contain his aggression, his frustrations and his senseless hatred, such as:

Nijamegan Holland
Forgotten thrown away
Cold raining outside
Hendrix blasting this bar
An asshole in the corner hands pounding the bar off time
I was here five years ago
Watched these guys beat each other up
It was more interesting than the set
Soon the hash bar will open

…others are philosophical reflections and yet others are actually little more than a situation report, like:

Germany
My body is covered with road stench
Diesel, tobacco, sweat, grease and dirt
Men‘s room, rasthaus, no sleep
I don‘t want to wash it off
It’s a second skin
Keeps my back straight
It insulates me from disease
Tonight I will sleep with it on

…lyrical in the true sense of the word – expressing feelings – and every note is poetic through and through. The whole (See A Grown Man Cry consists of more than a hundred pages filled with this kind of short, pointy notes) is strongly reminiscent of what Dylan reported in the Fiddler interview with Martin Bronstein, February 1966, about the creation of his own “Like A Rolling Stone”:

“I found myself writing this song, this story, this long piece of vomit about twenty pages long, and out of it I took ‘Like a Rolling Stone’ and made it as a single. And I’d never written anything like that before.”

And to Jules Siegel a month later about the same process of creation:

“It was ten pages long,” he says. “It wasn’t called anything, just a rhythm thing on paper all about my steady hatred directed at some point that was honest. In the end it wasn’t hatred, it was telling someone something they didn’t know, telling them they were lucky. Revenge, that’s a better word.”

Vomit, steady hatred, revenge… it sounds like a pointy summary of Rollins’ See A Grown Man Cry.

The subsequent Old Testament-like verse “Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down” tempts interviewer Gilmore (Rolling Stone, 2001) to inquire about Dylan’s prophetic qualities. After all, the album “Love And Theft” is unfortunately released on 9/11, the day of the attacks on the Twin Towers.

Gilmore: For my part, I’ve kept circling around a line from “Mississippi”: “Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down.” Is there anything you would like to say about your reaction to the events of that day?

Dylan: One of those Rudyard Kipling poems, “Gentlemen-Rankers,” comes to my mind:
We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth
We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung
And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth
God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

A beautiful, poetic answer, in which Dylan – rightly so – completely fails to address the somewhat embarrassing implication that he would have predictive powers. After all, the choice of words for that ominous verse line is dictated mainly by the sound; two alliterations, inner rhyme and the pleasant rhythm of an anapaest – this truly is a lieder poet’s verse line.

To be continued. Next up: Mississippi part VI: Charades

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Why does Dylan like Gordon Lightfoot?

by Aaron and Tony.

As ever the research is by Aaron Galbraith and the commentary is from Tony Attwood (but you probably know that by now)

Gordon Lightfoot  was very much part of the folk-rock world which influenced Bob Dylan in his early years as a performer, and on through his life.

“Early Morning Rain” achieved popularity because it told a story that many could relate to, whether the simple events told therein had happened to them or not.  It was created as songs were starting to have lyrics that meant something more than the early rock n roll and traditional country works and was very much central to that evolution.

Gordon Lightfoot’s work has been both highly regarded and highly successful through his career and the songs have been covered by everyone from Elvis Presley to Johnny Cash from Jerry Lee Lewis to Neil Young, from Judy Collins to the Grateful Dead.   It was obvious that Bob would be interested.

Indeed Bob called him, “one of his favourite composers”.  He has subsequently received many honours and was featured at the opening of the 1988 Winter Olympics in Canada.

This is the original Early Morning Rain, one of his most famous songs… do play this by clicking the link if you are not familiar with his music.   It is one of the songs that if you were interested in the songs of the era you will not just remember but know by heart.   We all heard it and those of us who aimed to be folk singers would perform it.  (I don’t think my parents appreciated me singing the “cold and drunk as I might be” line).

In an oft-quoted comment, Dylan said that when he heard a Gordon Lightfoot song he wished “it would last forever”

Another international number 1 is “If you could read my mind” – an utterly exquisite song that works as beautifully and painfully now as it did 1970.

This piece from Wiki gives an insight…

“Lightfoot has cited his divorce for inspiring the lyrics, saying they came to him as he was sitting in a vacant Toronto house one summer. At the request of his daughter, Ingrid, he performs the lyrics with a slight change now: the line “I’m just trying to understand the feelings that you lack” is altered to “I’m just trying to understand the feelings that we lack.”  (This version doesn’t).

He has said in an interview that the difficulty with writing songs inspired by personal stories is that there is not always the emotional distance and clarity to make lyrical improvements such as the one his daughter suggested.”

Moving on to “I’m Not Supposed To Care” –  Bob first attempted it in 1989 in the studio, and then he brought it out for 3 live appearances in 1998, once in Toronto with the songs writer watching on from the audience.

I think you have somebody waiting 
Outside in the rain to take you away
You got places to go, you got people to see 
Still I'm gonna miss you 
But anyway

I wish you good spaces in 
The far away places you go
If it rains or it snows may 
You be safe and warm and never grow old
And if you need someone who loves you, why
You know I will always be there
I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care

I'll give you the keys to 
My flying machine if you'd like
I will show you the light and when you call 
I'm gonna come to you
And when you find someone who loves you, 
I'll know you would treat me the same
Just lie there, you're not supposed to care

I think you have somebody waiting 
Outside in the rain to take you away. 
That's some kind of a game 
Still I'm glad it came down 
To the final round
But anyway

If you think you need someone who needs you, 
You know I will always be there 
I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care
I'll do it although I'm not supposed to care

The 89 studio version…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsLgPMlfe9Y

And the live Toronto version

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IthZynmwRA

As you can hear it had mutated and evolved for Bob over the performances.

Bob played it just three times between 13 May 1998 and 29 October 1998.

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Bob And Faith: Religion (Part Vl)

Bob Dylan and Faith

By Larry Fyffe

Mythology-inclined William Blake is influenced by religious leaders other than Abrahamic ones. Zoroaster founds a monastic Persian religion in which the light forces of order emanating from the benevolent One struggles with the dark forces of chaos; individuals have the choice of either practising good or evil social behaviour.

Mani, also a Persian, differs from Zoroaster in that he holds that all cultures possess a dualistic belief in an individual’s struggle between the spiritually good forces of light and dark physical forces of evil – the Neo-Christian religion that Swedenborg advocates would be an example,

British poet William Blake, in an attempt untangle such messed-up religious outpourings, is closer to the thoughts of Zoroaster in his poems; Blake depicts dark forces holding sway over individuals and societies-at-large because of the lack of a mutual balance in the way people treat one another.

Notwithstanding comments by the intellectual snob TS Eliot, Blake has lots of knowledge  pertaining to Greek/Roman mythologies. Blake has visions of himself travelling back in time and conversing with the likes of Homer and Virgil, and with the Nine Muses of ancient mythology:

Whether on the crystal rocks ye rove
Beneath the bosom of the sea
Wandering in many a coral cove
Fair Nine, forsaking poetry!
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoyed in you
The languid strings do scarcely move
The sound is forced, the notes are few
(Blake: To The Muses)

Blake criticizes the viewpoint found in a lot of the poetry of Robert Southey – his advancing of generalized ‘truths’ held by the established British society of the the day (for instance, African slaves ought to be physically set free, but then spiritually bound to the dogmas of orthodox Christianity).

A sentiment expressed in the song lyrics below juxtaposed with an objective correlative:

Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously
"Are birds free from the the chains of the skyway?"
(Bodpb Dylan: Ballad In Plain D)

According to Southey, Satan’s punishment awaits all who disobey God’s commandants:

Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair
He cursed himself in his despair
The waves rush in on every side
The ship is sinking beneath the tide
But even in his dying fear
One dreadful sound could the Rover hear
A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell
The Devil was ringing his knell

(Robert Southey:The Inchcape Bell)

In the following song lyrics, the Almighty is not perceived as all that discriminating – God does not chose to save either a creative artist like William Blake, or a devout religious leader like John Calvin, from dire circumstances:

The watchman, he lay dreaming
As the ballroom dances twirled
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the underworld
Calvin, Blake, and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever live to
Tell the tale of the disembark
(Bob Dylan: Tempest)

A view held apparently by a mentor of the above-mentioned songwriter:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness....
Mohammedan angels struggling on tenement roofs illuminated
Who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
Hallucinating Arkansas, and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war ....
(Allen Ginsberg: Howl))

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Play Lady Play in the 21st century

Songs selected by Aaron Galbraith, comments by Tony Attwood

As noted before in this series, Aaron not only selects the songs, but delivers them to me (Tony) without comment or explanation, except for an introductory note (reproduced below).  And this for the two of us is the fun of the series – Aaron is free to pick what he likes, and I never know what is going to be there until it turns up.

This time Aaron did give me a note at the start however saying, “I thought it would be a fun exercise to see if I could find covers by women artists of more recent songs, so I set about trying to find some for us to look it. We all know the old classics that are covered again and again…but are artists still listening and finding gems to cover amongst his more recent albums?

“I limited my search to include only songs released on Dylan albums since 2000. So anything from Love & Theft onwards. Heres  the ones I came up with.”

Ain’t Talkin by Bettye LaVette

As soon as you hear the orchestral introduction you just know that this is going to an inventive and  refreshing re-working; and so it proves to be.

Bettye has a fine voice with which she can do all sorts of things – but she matches them exactly to the lyrics and the strings accompanying her.   Better still the arranger knows how to keep the accompaniment exciting, interesting and under control.  No one is engaged in a fight within the ensemble, they are all taking on the person about whom Bettye is singing.   Full marks to the arranger, and indeed the musicians.

And just note what they do approaching the one last extra hour.  Oh that is so good.  Even the fade out has been properly thought thought.

Thunder On The Mountain by Wanda Jackson

I love the intro to this video – and I have no idea why I can’t get it to display – but it won’t no matter what I do, so you’ll have to click the link.  It’s so last century.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DTKrjplzp8

Now if you don’t know who the Third Man House Band are, well just stay with them for a moment and you will note a certain gentleman who you might recognise who is able to play the guitar quite well.   If you know who I mean you will be just waiting for the guitar solo.

Actually Jack turns up on the next track on the video too, if you want some more.  Just don’t forget to come back here to complete the series.

Life Is Hard by Renee Zellweger from the My Own Love Song movie

The film is a tear-jerker, but if you can for a moment forget the movie, it is really a brilliant rendition with such a simple accompaniment.  And yes it is important for musicians to know how to keep it simple as much as how to show every virtuoso trick in the book.

High Water (For Charley Patton) by Joan Osborne

When we hear an accompaniment that is quite different from Bob’s original and yet which really works, then the chances are the new version of the song is going to be worthy of our time.  And this certain is.

The trick is to match three elements: the lady’s voice, the new accompaniment, and something from the original that links us back to Bob – because its a pound to a penny that everyone but everyone will know the original.

But in a driving forceful piece like this it is hard to get an instrumental break right – yet here they do it.   And as the music picks up again we are just waiting for that catch line at the end of each verse.

Oh yes and they have a fake ending too.   But the point of all this is that the accompaniment is an accompaniment – it is not the main factors – those are the lyrics and the lady’s voice.   To give this much power in a song and get the balance right is a rare treat.

Sugar Baby by Barb Jungr

OK, from the first four notes we know what this, and the arranger keeps that highly distinctive accompaniment – and this works because Barb Jungr is blessed with not just a perfect voice with a stunning range, but also the ability to know when to lay off the virtuoso parts.

And just consider the lyrics she’s singing

Some of these bootleggers, they make pretty good stuff
Plenty of places to hide things here if you wanna hide ’em bad enough
I’m staying with Aunt Sally, but you know, she’s not really my aunt
Some of these memories you can learn to live with 
      and some of them you can’t

Now admit it – would you ever think of delivering lines like that within a performance like this?  If yes you either are an arranger, or you ought to be.  Go and get yourself an agent.  In fact the Aunt Sally line is nigh on impossible to deliver in a way that the audience, if they didn’t know it, would treat it seriously.

And when she sings

There ain’t no limit to the amount of trouble women bring

I cannot believe there is a heterosexual male who is not nodding his head but saying, “but I can’t give them up.”

When it comes to music I am, I always admit, an extremely emotional person and this rendition had me in tears.  Maybe it does that to no one else, but this moved me more than I can express…  I’d better move on.

I Contain Multitudes by Emma Swift…

Aaron in his note to me said he was “very surprised someone has attempted this and so soon, but I think it’s really great!”

I was totally amazed too.  Actually I could have done without the video, and after the first verse I turned the screen off.   There is more than enough in this song already, we don’t need the lyrics or pictures.  At when we do, I hope we get better than this.

Actually I want to go further than that – I think those on screen lyrics and utterly obvious images destroy the performance.  I’m stunned that someone was crass enough to think of doing this.  Or perhaps I am just being all arty and pretentious.  But do try it without the screen and see what you think.  (Or if you don’t know how to turn the screen off, just close your eyes.  That can work too).

The fact is that I don’t know the song off by heart yet, although that day will come, but I still got every word.

It is a gorgeous song with a very simple and very deep meaning that affects all of us, and this is a beautiful rendition.  Don’t let it be spoiled by the art director.

Play Lady Play

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Highlands: a review

by  Paul Robert Thomas

  • Recorded Criteria Studios, Miami, Jan 1997
  • Released 30 Sept 1997 on Bob Dylan’s 30th studio album Time Out of Mind
  • Running time 16.31 (his longest track until recently surpassed by Murder Most Foul which is 16.54)
  • Performed 9 times live

Musicians:

  • Bob Dylan: vocals, guitar
  • Daniel Lanois: guitar
  • Augie Meyers: organ
  • Jim Dickinson: keyboards
  • Tony Garnier: Bass
  • Tony Mangurian: percussion, drums

Studio:

  • Produced by: Daniel Lanois is association with Jack Frost Productions (Bob Dylan)
  • Sound Engineer: Mark Howard

The following article is the result of my original hearing of Highlands and of subsequently playing it a number of times. The article has been updated where necessary but for the most part it has been left as originally written and is by no means a comprehensive interpretation of the song but I merely have commented on a number of the lines that jumped out at me and I am sure there are more in depth analysis of this song but hopefully I have approached it from a different angle, interpreting some of the songs’ content for their Biblical meaning as a student of both Christian and Judaic theology and Kabbalah.

Dylan was born on 24 May 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota on the shores of Lake Superior and moved to Hibbing when he was about 7 years old. This area is in the Great Lakes region of North America in the ‘North Country’, (‘Rainy days on the Great Lakes, walkin’ the hills of old Duluth’, Something There is About You from Planet Waves). Part of New York State is known as The Highlands or The North Country that runs far north up to the Great Lakes and the Canadian border.

In the first verse of Highlands Dylan sings ‘Where the Aberdeen waters flow’. Aberdeen is in the ‘North Country’ about 150 miles west of St. Paul, Minnesota (which, incidentally, has a Jewish neighbourhood called ‘Highland Park’) and some 200 miles south-west of Duluth. It stands near the River James, which flows south to Sioux City (Dylan lived, in his youth, in Sioux Falls), where it joins the Missouri River before flowing down to New Orleans, Louisiana and the Mississippi Delta, taking a similar route to ‘Highway 61’.

Aberdeen, Scotland is not in fact in The Highlands but sits in the Grampians. The Highlands are in fact, in the northern peninsula of Scotland extending from the north-west of Loch Ness and Loch Linnhe.

Verse 1, together with 4 similar verses, which one could argue are the chorus, is seemingly drawn from the 1790 poem by Robert Burns, My Heart’s in The Highlands’’.

‘My Heart’s in The Highlands, my heart’s not there,
My Heart’s in The Highlands, a-chasing the deer,
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My Heart’s in The Highlands, wherever I go’.

 Dylan borrowed a rift and a country blues lilt from Charlie Patton in Highlands (1), and Dylan recently said, ‘It’s just a simple Blues that can go in one direction or another.’ (2)

The last 2 lines of verse 1 of Dylan’s Highlands, ‘I’m going to go there when I feel good enough to go’, is predicated on the assumption that The Highlands represents his paradisaical Utopia. Utopia is that place where some of us hope to reach, spiritually and/or physically, Then these two lines apparently imply, and correctly so according to Christian Theology, that one can only ‘get there’ when one has fully repented one’s past sins and shown oneself to be good and worth of such divine elevation. Such is the task he has set himself in T.O.O.M.’s ‘Tryin’ To Get To Heaven.’

After the ethereality of verse 1, the reality of this song starts to bite in verse 2, ‘Windows were shaking all night in my dreams.’ Dylan’s windows are his worldly perceptions, which are being shaken. He ‘Woke up this morning’ (an opening line to many a Blues song and used by Dylan himself as the opening lines to On The Road Again, George Jackson and Blood in my Eyes (his Mississippi Sheiks cover), and he saw the usual front page headlines depicting the world’s troubles. He feels he’s living in a rat race, he’s entrapped by his own fame, in the same old cage.

In verse 3, he tells us that he ‘doesn’t want nothing from anyone’, he surely has amassed all the wealth he needs, as well as gaining knowledge and experience, even wisdom, maybe he’s not even looking for love any more as he told us on the same album, he’s sick of love! Is his mention of Blondes merely coincidental, since Highlands (16.31) was for many years his longest running song since Sad Eyed Lady of The Lowlands (11.22) from his 1966 album Blonde On Blonde (B.O.B.)? (T.O.O.M. B.O.B. Highlands, Lowlands). In any event, there sure is a surefire way to tell a fake blonde from a real blonde, or maybe that doesn’t even interest him anymore? He is obviously finding it hard to make sense of this fast moving world which remains a ‘mystery’ to him, and he feels like a ‘prisoner’ from another era, and he wishes that the ‘clock’ could be turned back to his youth, perhaps to his Blonde On Blonde period?

In verse 4 he sings, ‘That’s where I’ll be when I get called home’ (Thomas Wolfe said, ‘You can’t go home again’), and is ‘home’ Heaven or literally is it the place of his birth and youth? For in Not Dark Yet on T.O.O.M. he sings ‘I was born here and I’ll die here’, that is he will die at the same place where he was born (Jesus died in Jerusalem, a stone’s throw from where he was born in the Holy Land). Being born a Jew, most Jews (in fact all religious Jews and some Christians) feel it incumbent upon themselves to be buried in the Holy Land, in Jerusalem, from that place where the Messiah will rise again. Incidentally, one of Dylan’s earliest influences, Jack Kerouac, was born and died in Lowell, Massachusetts, his graveside was the subject of a major scene with Dylan and Allen Ginsberg in Renaldo And Clara. ‘The wind whispers to the Buck-Eyed trees that rhyme’ –  Buck-Eyed trees are indigenous to the USA and not to Scotland, another clue that the song isn’t set in The Highlands of Scotland. ‘I can only get there one step at a time’, reminds one of Forever Young, ‘’ which is drawn from the Biblical story of Jacob’s Ladder, ‘And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set upon the earth, and the top of it reached to Heaven….’ (Genesis 28:12). (3)

In verse 5, he’s ‘listening to Neil Young’, who is Canadian from Toronto, which geographically, is actually south of Duluth and is just across the Northern US border, and he needs to turn up the sound (I saw Dylan and Neil Young recently at Hyde Park and didn’t think that Neil Young could get his music any louder) to hear the ‘message’, but the message, the truth, must be quietly stated as there are always those who want to suppress it and don’t want it heard, ‘Someone’s always yellin’ “Turn it down“. Dylan again expresses that he’s just going through life’s motions, drifting aimlessly through ‘scenes’ that he had already played before. He then sings, ‘What in the devil in the world could it all possibly mean’? The devil, Satan, is the god of this world, as he told us a number of times during his born-again-Christian stage speeches, ….’Well the devil owns this world, he’s called the god of this world’, and, ‘…Satan’s called the god of this world’. (4)

By verse 6, he’s feeling that ‘insanity is smashing up against my soul’. How many great artists did go insane, or managed to destroy themselves before that happened? He’s obviously not on a ‘roll’ and hasn’t really been for some years, but maybe T.O.O.M. will start things rolling again? Certainly, the 1998 Grammy Awards seem to confirm this expectancy. Upon winning the Album of the Year award for  T.O.O.M., Dylan had this to say about Buddy Holly’s influence on him and upon the album, ‘I just wanted to say that at one time, when I was about 16 or 17 years old, I went to see Buddy Holly play at Duluth National Guard Armory, and I was three feet away from him, and he looked at me, and I just have some kind of feeling that he was, I don’t know how or why, but I know, he was with us all the time when we were making this record in some kind of way….’  (Buddy you’ll roll no more’ – Standing in the Doorway, T.O.O.M.) It was actually on 31/1/59 when he saw him play, and three days later on 3/2/59, Buddy Holly was a passenger in a light aircraft that took off from Mason City, Iowa, about 100 miles west of Minneapolis, en route to play concerts at Fargo, North Dakota, about 50 miles west of Aberdeen. It crashed in a snow storm a few moments after take-off killing all those on board, the young inexperienced pilot, the ‘Big Bopper’ (JP Richardson), and Richie Valens, who had had a hit with La Bamba, the tune of which Dylan’s Like A Rolling Stone is partly based upon, (5) Dylan was to claim. ‘Buddy Holly was a poet way ahead of his time. Read his story. I played with Buddy Holly in North Dakota, South Dakota, ballrooms, youth dances….’ (6) Dylan was to play piano for Bobby Vee and The Shadows in Fargo, North Dakota as they were the replacement band for Buddy Holly, who never made it to the concerts. Part of why Dylan played on Carolyn Hester’s Columbia album was that he ‘was impressed because she had briefly known and deeply admired Buddy Holly’. (7) This harmonica playing aldum performance of Dylan led directly to John Hammond signing him up for Columbia Records. Comparisons have been made between Dylan and Charles Hardin’ Holly and, ‘in the end, perhaps the best way to encompass what Dylan has done via Holly is to say that Dylan really has replaced him. (8)

He tells us that he has no conscience, which is perhaps hard to believe, and the ‘I just might blow my top’ line reminds me of the line from Under The Red Sky’s TV Talkin’ Song about Elvis and ‘shooting the damn thing out’. ‘A conscience can be trained to recognise good and evil, but its action is involuntary, it is that faculty with us which decides as to the moral quality of our thoughts, words and acts. (9) Is a conscience really so useless to him that he would pawn it? Although pawning does imply that it can be retrieved at a later date.

In verse 7, Dylan sings of a ‘beautiful lake of The Black Swan.’ There is no such lake in Scotland, where in any event, lakes are called ‘Lochs’, although the Great Lakes area of North America is splattered with 100’s of lakes, one of the minor lakes could feasibly be called The Black Swan but more probably, the reference is to Odette who was turned into a black Swan in Tchiakovski’s Swan Lake. ‘The chariots that swing down low’ reminds one of the Spiritual song covered by Elvis, Swing Down Sweet Chariot, and of the Biblical passages, ‘…who maketh the clouds his chariot’ (Psalms 104:3), and, ‘in the second chariot, black horses …. The black horses which are therein to go forth into the North Country….’ (Zechariah 5:2&6). By the end of this verse Dylan views The Highlands as the only place left to go, having lost all hope in this world.

Verses 8-15 takes us to where the song is actually taking place in Boston, Massachusetts, that place where ‘The Yanks’ took a stand against ‘The Brits’ and where from Paul Revere started his famous horse ride (as mentioned by Dylan in Tombstone Blues), and it is from there that Dylan is day-dreaming of The Highlands in a restaurant whose name an exact location is not given but could well be in the ‘Faneuil Hall Wharf’ district of Boston, famous for its eateries. The waitress scene is reminiscent of the scene from Blood on The Tracks song Tangled Up in Blue which took place then in New Orleans, although he was ‘heading up to the east coast’ then. He reveals his current state of indecisiveness in not knowing what he really wants to order, the reason that the waitress probably tells him that ‘you most probably want hard boiled eggs’ is that he could be dressed in his usual black attire as a person in mourning would traditionally wear, for hard boiled eggs are a symbol of Jewish mourning and are part of the traditional Passover meal symbolizing the destructions of the Temples in Jerusalem in 586 BCE and 70 CE, and are also to remind one that the Third Temple, despite the creation of the State of Israel, has yet to be built by The Messiah who, in Judaic tradition, has yet to come. Interestingly enough, and bearing in mind Dylan’s acknowledged Judaic and Christian beliefs, Passover is also the time that Jesus Christ was crucified and He himself partook of the Passover meal, known as The Last Supper and we know he’s at the restaurant in a holiday period as he says, ‘it must be a holiday, there’s nobody around’. In any event, the waitress tells Dylan that they haven’t got any hard boiled eggs, it obviously was not the right time to come, it wasn’t Passover. He describes the waitress as having ‘long white shiny legs’, which reminds one of New Pony from Street Legal, ‘She got great big hind legs’, and this song branded him as being an anti-feminist, as did his ‘can you cook and sew’ line from Is Your Love in Vain’? From the same album. Presumably, Dylan’s ideals of women are not in keeping with contemporary trends of thinking, which is maybe why he doesn’t really notice this modern feminist waitress standing in front of him, as he says, ‘I don’t do sketches from memory’, but then the waitress firmly lets him know that she in nobody’s frozen-in-time female image with her retort, ‘I’m right here in front of you, or haven’t you noticed’? She forces him into a verbal corner and he makes good his escape by confessing that he has read, not merely any female author, but an acclaimed feminist author such as Erica Jong! Perhaps he has even read her best selling book, ‘Fear of Flying’? He actually wrote and performed a song about another female author recorded in 1975 as a Desire outtake, Rita May. Whilst the waitress goes away to contemplate his response to her questioning, he slides out of his chair and steps into the now ‘busy street’, previously there was nobody around, so maybe some time has elapsed since he’s been in the restaurant.

In verse 15 (one of the choruses), the mention of ‘Arrows’ and ‘Bows’ reminds one of Jerusalem by William Blake, ‘Bring me my bow of burning gold, bring me my arrows of desire’. Dylan then repeats the monotonous life’s theme in verse 16, ‘Everyday is the same thing’ (Every Day was a hit for Buddy Holly). What ‘feels further away than ever before’? Is it complete happiness, is it salvation? Whatever it is, he hasn’t attained it yet and it seems obvious that he regrets this and perhaps it’s too late for him to reach or find this unattainable goal and maybe his past choices have left him alone and lonely which is dealt with in verse 17 where he watches as an outsider and at a distance, hetrosexual and happy ‘young people’ (repeated again in Love Sick) and he obviously feels conscious of his advanced years, of young people enjoying themselves and wearing ‘brightly coloured clothes drinking and dancing’ (he could have used ‘Gay’ coloured clothes here, it would have been appropriate, he used the word ‘Gay’ twice in Standing in the Doorway), for Dylan is renowned for his dark or back attire. Can he not ‘trade places with any of them in a minute’ just because he is the famous Bob Dylan and is trapped in his notoriety? He said recently of fame, ‘at a certain point, fame becomes a handicap, fame, being a celebrity, you’d like sometimes to be rid of it’. (10) An interviewer said, ‘In Highlands, he watches young people drinking and dancing and his voice grows hollow with sadness’ ‘I’d change places with any of them if I could’, to which Dylan replied, ‘I can’t help those feelings, I’m not going to try and make a false Pollyanna view. Why would I even want to? And I’m not going to deny them just because they might be a little dismal to look at. I try to let it speak for itself’. (11)

In verse 18, who is the ‘mangy dog’ (reminding one of One Too Many Mornings Down the street the dogs are barking’) that he’s changing his direction of his life to avoid? Is A.J. Weberman back in business hounding him again? This actually brings to mind Robert Browning’s poem The Cardinal and the Dog, where the Cardinal lies on his death-bed and cries out loud to try to stop a ‘black dog of vast bigness, eyes flaming’ from jumping all over the sheets’. The lonely facet is repeated once again as he is talking to himself (in a monologue). Does he need a ‘full leather coat’ against the cold wind that’s blowing? A leather jacket used to be viewed as a ‘sold-out symbol’ when worn by artists such as Dylan. Is voting also a sign of having ‘sold out’? If so, what of performing for President Clinton at the Lincoln Memorial in 1993, or inviting Jimmy Carter back-stage during the 1974 tour (12), or performing for President Obama at the White House? Certainly permitting his Times They Are-A Changin song to be used in a TV advert and there are many other examples.

Recently in an interview, Dylan has stated, ‘I don’t have any problem in that field.’ (13)

The penultimate verse, verse 19, is as revealing as any other on this album, with its oft used pun by Dylan on ‘sun’ and ‘son’, ‘Jesus said I am the light that is above.’ (14) Jesus Christ is referred to as ‘The Sun of righteousness’ in Malachi 4:2, and as the ‘Son of man’ and the ‘Son of God’ at Revelation 1:13, 2:18, and Matthew 26:63, 27:43 & 27:54, and implies the Second Coming of Christ. The reason that He is ‘not like the Son that used to be’ is because at the Second Coming Christ will appear ‘not as a teacher but more as a king who wields His judgement like weapons for the punishment of the impious.His countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength’. (Revelation 1:16) (The Second Coming of Christ is depicted at Revelation 19:11-20:3). The party is over (the song The Party’s Over was covered by Willie Nelson), because the world will be destroyed (‘not by water but by fire next time’, God Knows and, ‘It’s unbelievable that time would finally come’, Unbelievable, Under The Red Sky), and, Dylan is certainly no mellorist, ‘there’s less and less to say’ for some may argue that unbelieving Man deserves his fate, for he could not change his evil ways. Dylan’s ‘got new eyes’, he’s viewing the coming events and the impending Apocalypse (Armageddon) which without doubt he believes will occur, although It’s Not Dark Yet, it sure is getting there, through the eyes of the author of The Book of The Revelation, St. John the Theologian, who wrote it after receiving a vision of Jesus Christ on the Greek island of Patmos. (15) Everything looks far away’ because Dyaln has distanced and separated himself from non-believing mankind.

In the final verse, verse 20, ‘At the break of day’ reflects the warning to watch out for the Coming of Christ, at Mark 13:35, ‘Watch ye therefore, for ye know not when He cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cock crowing, or in the morning.’ ‘Over the hills and far away’  could refer to a late 17th Century English song of that name although it does remind me of the Christian Hymn, ‘There is a green hill far away without a city wall, where the dear Lord was crucified, He died to save us all’, ‘There is a Way’ could refer to The Way which is a term used for Jesus Christ at John 14:6, ‘Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth and the life’, it is also the method of salvation, or doctrine of the gospel’. (Acts 19:9) (16)

The album’s title of Time Out of Mind reflects the Biblical promise at Revelation 10:6 concerning New Jerusalem and The Second Coming of Jesus Christ’, when, ‘Time shall be no more’ and of course it appears in Act 1, scene 1 from Romeo and Juliet.

All in all, I find Highlands to be a sad song full of regret, about one unable to come to terms with old age. At his age it brings home all the things he has failed to achieve or has done wrongly and it reveals him to be lonely, aloof and full of regrets and seems a million miles from his ‘I accept chaos’ declaration from the cover of Bringing It All Back Home and seems to epitomize the antithesis of Desolation Row (the title possible drawn from Jack Kerouac’s poem Desolation Peak), although a line from that song does seem to encapsulate Dylan’s apparent present state of well-being, ‘When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke’?

There is humour present in this song, but it is superficial and doesn’t make you smile from within. On one hand, I find it hard to believe that this is really how Dylan views this world, but on the other hand, if one rally did open one’s eyes, or ‘have new eyes’, and see things how they really are and not as we pretend they are, perhaps we too would be looking for the exit we are all getting nearer to each passing day and certainly Dylan felt he’d came close with the heart scare he had in May 1997 after T.O.O.M. was recorded, suffering from histoplasmosis that had him saying, ‘I really thought I’d be seeing Elvis soon’. The album is resplendent with other gloomy songs or songs of regret such as Not Dark Yet, Tryin’ To Get To Heaven, Love Sick, Standing in the Doorway, Can’t Wait, Cold Irons Bound. Dylan uses not T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land that he used as the basis for Desolation Row but the poet Robert Burns with his romantic verses of ‘chasing wild deer’ and ‘following the roe,’ and Dylan has used such poetic writings in previous albums such as Nashville Skyline and Self Portrait, I have in mind Belle Isle, and Highlands wouldn’t have been out of place on an album such as Self Portrait and without doubt, Highlands is a timeless piece of work.

Making it to Heaven as a ‘Prodigal Son,’ a repentant sinner, seems to be his only solace in this world.

Notes

(1)     Jon Pareles. New York Times Interview. 29/9/97

(2)     Metropole Hotel Interviews, London. 4/10/97

(3)     All Biblical references are drawn from The Holy Bible, King James  version, New York: Ivy Books. 1991

(4)     Saved! The Gospel Speeches, compiled by Clinton Heylin, New York: Hanuman Books. 1995

(5)     Paul Williams, Bob Dylan Performing Artist 1960-1973, London: Omnibus Press. 1994

(6)     Robert Shelton, No Direction Home, London:New English Library. 1986

(7)     Robert Shelton, No Direction Home, London:New English Library. 1986

(8)     Michael Gray, Song and Dance Man, London: Abacus Books. 1972

(9)     Alexander Cruden, Cruden’s Concordance to the Bible, Cambridge: Lutterworth Press. 1977

(10)   Rabbi Haim Halevy, To Be A Jew, New York: Basic Books. 1971

(11)   Pareles, New York Times Interview. 29/9/97

(12)   Levon Helm, This Wheel’s on Fire, London: Plexus Publishing. 1994

(13)   Metropole Hotel Interviews, London. 4/10/97

(14)   The Gospel According to St. Thomas, Alaska: Messianic Brotherhood. 1982

(15)   Archbishop Averky Taushev, The Apocalypse, Alaska: St. Herman Brotherhood. 1995

(16)   Alexander Cruden, Cruden’s Concordance to the Bible, Cambridge: Lutterworth Press. 1977

The Lyrics: Highlands

Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in The Highlands
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go

Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage
I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me

Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme
Well, my heart's in The Highlands
I can only get there one step at a time
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yellin' "Turn it down"
Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean

Insanity is smashin' up against my soul
You could say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop?
My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go

I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs

I said "Tell me what I want"
She say "You probably want hard boiled eggs"
I said "That's right, bring me some"
She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she says "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me"
I said "I would if I could but
I don't do sketches from memory"
Well she's there, she says "I'm right here in front of you
Or haven't you looked?"

I say "All right, I know but I don't have my drawin' book"
She gives me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that"
I say "Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at"
She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here"
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says
"That don't look a thing like me"

I said "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does"
She say "You must be joking", I said "I wish I was"
She says "You don't read women authors do ya?"
At least that's what I think I hear her say
Well I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?"
Well she says "Ya just don't seem like ya do"
I said "You're way wrong"
She says "Which ones have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong"
She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere

Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go
Every day is the same thing, out the door
Feel further away than ever before
Some things in life it just gets too late to learn
Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns

I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes
They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes
All the young men with the young women lookin' so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could
I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talkin' to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat
Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote

The sun is beginnin' to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looks far away
Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now

Paul Robert Thomas 6/6/20

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The Mississippi-series, part 4

by Jochen Markhorst

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

This article continues from

IV         Bertolt, Bobby, Blind & Boy

City’s just a jungle; more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, tryin’ to get away
I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

 

Bertolt Brecht is quite proud of himself. On September 4, 1921, he writes in his diary about his “groundbreaking discovery”,

“that actually no one has ever described the big city as a jungle. Where are their heroes, their colonizers, their victims? The hostility of the great city, its malicious stone consistency, its Babylonian confusion of languages, in short: its poetry is not yet created.”

In the same weeks, Brecht writes Im Dickicht der Städte (“In the Jungle of Cities”), a dizzying piece in which Brecht is not too concerned about a logical plot or understandable motives, but shows different stages of a catastrophic quarrel between two men. With a vague, homoerotic undertone, so some like to see a dramatic portrayal of a Rimbaud-and-Verlaine-like relationship, but the main theme is: loneliness – extra sharp-edged because the men, despite being in the big, busy city of Chicago, are actually mostly lonely. Most disconsolate expressed by the timber merchant Shlink: “The infinite loneliness of man makes enmity an unattainable goal.”

By the way, Brecht’s complacent diary entry is yet another fine example of the great playwright’s Love & Theft – earlier in his diaries he explains his admiration for Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle (1905), the social-realist novel that compares the city – not coincidentally also Chicago – to a jungle.  

By the time Dylan writes “Mississippi”, jungle as a metaphor for “big city” is long established. Not only in books, newspapers and films, but also in songs. Songs that are also in Dylan’s record cabinet, anyway. Bobby Darin, for instance.

The 1968 album Born Walden Robert Cassotto marks a rather radical career break for Bobby Darin. He leaves his record label, writes all the songs himself and converts to folk rock, sociocritical lyrics and an unpolished singing style, much more unpolished than the crooning style which made him great. One of the songs, “Long Line Rider”, even causes some controversy, which gets him attention from folk magazine Broadside.

Bobby Darin – Long Line Rider

In the 1969 March/April issue Dylan’s old comrades and doormats print an article from the New York Post of February 1: “Censored Darin Sings a Song of Protest”. The controversy is painfully petty by today’s standards. In the song Darin expresses his amazement at an alleged cover-up operation after the discovery of some unidentified skeletons on a prison site. Remarkably smooth investigation concludes that the corpses were buried there before there was any prison at all, and Darin raises suggestive questions:

All the records show so clear
Not a single man was here
Anyway
Anyway.
That's the tale the warden tells
As he counts his empty shells
By the day
By the day.
Hey, long line rider, turn away.

Just before a television performance (The Jackie Gleason Show, January ’69) record company CBS sends a telegram with the order to delete the above words. Enraged Darin walks out, a scandal seems unavoidable, but it doesn’t really get off the ground.

The song and the story behind it have long since been forgotten, but the flop album itself stands the test of time; it’s a beautiful album with beautiful songs (“I Can See The Wind”, especially, the Leonard Cohen rip-off “In Memoriam” and the Moby Grape-like “Change”). However, style, change of course and the level of protest are not the only indications that Darin is trying to level his idol Dylan. He’s already recorded some successful Dylan covers, will record even more beautiful ones in the coming years (his “I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight” is one of the most successful covers of that evergreen), and on this record Dylan’s influence is evident from the lyrics Darin writes:

We live in a jingle jangle jungle
You're only worth what you can buy
So keep on workin' hard
To keep your own back yard
Teach your kids that God
Ain't fiction
Contradiction
In this jingle jangle jungle you call home.

Dylan undoubtedly knows the record and the song, but jungle as a metaphor for the big city is more likely to have come to him through Phil Ochs’ “Lou Marsh” (or Pete Seeger’s version thereof):

Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark
So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park
For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight
Death lurks in El Barrio with the orphans of the night

The city is a jungle when the law is out of sight”… the image plus the words that match the opening of Dylan’s “Mississippi”, the opening verses that poetically introduce the oppression, hopelessness and anguish of the protagonist.

After the sixth verse, the accumulatio, the accumulation of the equivalents all expressing approximately the same claustrophobic, Kafkaesque distress, seems to come to an end, and the plot can unfold:

I was raised in the country, I been workin’ in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

… promising a novel-like plot. The trouble, the drastic event in the main character’s life is coming up. A first character description is also given: boy from the countryside, who has to make a living in the metropolitan jungle – and it don’t come easy, as evidenced by the beautiful, lyrical suitcase line.

It’s one of the most beautiful lines in the song, a line with the shine of a polished, old-fashioned blues cliché, but actually a Dylan original – at best it does echo a hint of Blind Lemon Jefferson, “Easy Rider Blues”:

I went to the depot
I mean I went to the depot, set my suitcase down
The blues overtake me and the tears come rollin' down

 

Blind Lemon is a common thread in Dylan’s oeuvre. “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean” on the first record, which pops up again in the Basement as “One Kind Favor”, “High Water Blues” as template for “Down In The Flood”, Blind Lemon’s guitar in Masked & Anonymous, the name checks in interviews and in Chronicles, the attention in Theme Time Radio Hour… it’s likely that such a verse fragment as I set my suitcase down was etched in Dylan’s brain by Blind Lemon. His poetic brille does the rest; connecting the words to I been in trouble since is considerably more powerful (and more poetical) than Blind Lemon’s somewhat stiff continuation.

Apparently Boy George, of all people, thinks so too – in the twenty-first century he lovingly steals it for “Wrong” (on U Can Never B2 Straight, 2002):

I came to the city with my head so full of dreams
The city was safe alright but not from me
See I've been in trouble since I lay my suitcase down
I love the sound of my own voice, but now I want it drowned

… insinuating that he is one of those predators that turn the city into a jungle. Which, given “Boy” George Alan O’Dowd’s reputation, indeed does sound a little more convincing from his mouth than from Dylan’s.

To be continued. Next up: Mississippi part V: Frost in the room, fire in the sky

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Bob Dylan And Faith: Dead Men (Part V)

Bob Dylan and Faith

By Larry Fyffe

Drawing from the literary well of the Judiac/Christian Bible and Greco/Roman mythologies, singer/songwriter Bob Dylan creates his own mythological world in song lyrics; he’s sick and tired of religion and myths being corrupted in order to glorify the New Babylon of materialistic America. In response, Dylan makes old myths new again.

In the following lyrics, Bob Dylan could well be addressing William Blake; he wonders where anti-establishment poets like him have been taken:

What are you trying to overpower me with, the doctrine of the gun
My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
The tuxedo that you're wearing, the flower in your lapel
Ooh, I can't stand it
You wanna take me down to hell
Dead man, dead man
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind
Dust in your eyes
(Bob Dylan: Dead Man, Dead Man)

 

In the following song lyrics, the listeners thereof hear about an outlaw biologist who’s been hunted down by the Establishment:

They got Charles Darwin
Trapped out there on Highway Five
Judge says to the High Sheriff
"I want him dead or alive
Either one, I don't care"
(Bob Dylan: High Water)

Referencing the nuanced:

"I want him bought back here to me
Alive or dead, don't matter
Though I reckon dead would be easier"
(Robert Mitchum: Dead Man movie)

Mitchum plays John Dickinson, an industrialist in a western town called ‘Machine’. Deconstructed, the following poem springs to mind:

And so, as kinsmen met a night
We talked between the rooms
Until the moss had reached our lips
And covered up our names
(Emily Dickinson: I Died For Beauty)

‘Dead Man’ is a western movie, inspired by Dylan’s mixing of mythologies. In the film, an American native ‘Indian’ who’s studied William Blake, calls himself ‘No Name’ in reference to Book IX of Homer’s “Odyssey”:

Odysseus: ‘No man’ do they call me, my mother and my father
All my comrades as well

Cyclopes: It is ‘No Man’ that is laying me by guile, and by force

Odysseus burns out the eye of the Cyclopes, but the giant’s plea for help is in vain.

An accountant in the movie ‘Dead Man’ whose name is William Blake is mistaken by the ‘Indian’ to be the reincarnation of the poet.The accountant visits a prostitute named Thel. William Blake’s Thel is a young, innocent virgin who is afraid to enter the adult world of experience; no help is the the Church because it speaks only  of ‘rods’ and ‘bowls’, not of male and female sex organs:

Does the eagle know what is in the pit
Or will you go ask the mole
Can wisdom be put in a silver rod
Or love in a golden bowl?
(Blake: The  Book Of Thel)

In ‘Hamlet”, no help is the sanctimonious Polonuis to his Thel-like daughter Ophelia, nor is the sententious maxims given as advice in the lyrics below:

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the light surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
(Bob Dylan: Forever Young)

The only thing we know for sure about Bob Dylan is that his name isn’t Bob Dylan.

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Why does Dylan like “Why do I have to choose”?

By Tony Attwood

Why Do I Have to Choose” was written and recorded by Willie Nelson, released in May 1983 as a single taken from the album “Take it to the limit”.  It got to number 3 on the Billboard country singles charts.

Here are the lyrics…

Why do I have to choose to see everybody lose
To walk around and sing the blues well darling I refuse

Love is hard to find love of any kind
And a love like yours and mine creates it's own design

Why do I have to choose to see everybody lose
To walk around and sing the blues well darling I refuse

And when I think of her and then I think of you
The love is not the same but either love is true

Why do I have to choose to see everybody lose
To walk around and sing the blues well darling I refuse

And here is the original – but if you don’t like this, please don’t give up because what Bob did to this song is something quite different.

And then…

Just over one year later, in 1984 Bob Dylan played this song eight songs.   And you might be a little surprised as to what he did with this gentle ballad.  This version comes from the 1984 tour.

https://youtu.be/ss26KNgDiGs

And just to show us it wasn’t a one off, Bob kept on varying the song – but I am not sure where this version comes from.

https://youtu.be/XSrGZdNs4pU

And here are the two guys together

So why did Bob like it?   Basically because it is a song he can vary and which has a really great catchy line – it just lends itself to becoming something quite different from the original.

I think quite simply Bob heard it, realised it could have come out a very different way, and just re-wrote it.

And I’m rather glad he did.

 

 

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1986: the year Dylan slowly turned himself all around

By Tony Attwood

My thesis in this series that looks at the topic of each song Dylan has written, taking the songs in the order they were written, is simple.  By looking at what Dylan was writing about, I argue that we can understand a lot about what was concerning him at the time.   And thus when we look across the years we can see how his interests, and indeed his thought patterns, change.

This I believe does give us a deeper insight into Dylan himself than can be achieved by analysing the lyrics of Dylan’s work.  Of course the lyrics are a central part of what Dylan is and what he is feeling and reading at any time.   So in focusing on the subject matter of the song rather than the sources, I do not try to deny the validity of looking at the sources of Dylan’s ideas and insights, but rather offer an extra dimension.  One that cuts to the heart of his own preoccupations.

Using this basis, 1985 had certainly not been the most positive of years for Bob.  The subject matter identified in the article on that year  revealed a unique set of topics…

  • Lost love: 12
  • Love: 6
  • Chaos / criminals escaping / life is a mess / being lost: 6
  • Instrumental: 1
  • Not Dylan’s lyrics: 2

… unique in the sense that never before had the theme of “lost love” dominated Dylan’s output.  And indeed never had there been such negativity.

Looking at the era year by year we can see the main topics

Year Love Lost Love Blues, the end Moving on Faith No going back / being lost
1978 3 3 3 4
1979 19
1980 2 2 7
1981 1 3 6
1982/3 4 4
1984 4 4 2 1
1985 6 12 6

The tendency towards the negative is clear.  After four consecutive years of not writing about lost love, Bob has really moved into a new, less positive direction.

When we come to 1986, I called my earlier article on this year  Experiment, experiment, experiment, genius, ignore  When I wrote that series of articles I was looking at each year in isolation, and not trying to classify songs into their subject matter.  But even so the classification came through – as did the highlight of the year, “To fall in love with you” which I described as an incomplete and abandoned work of great beauty.

https://youtu.be/Sr10xoxUj1w

I think many would agree that it is a stunning although clearly incomplete work, with a beautiful melody and exquisite accompaniment, even on what was clearly a first run through.   So what on earth made Bob ignore it?

The commonplace answer is that Bob never knows his best songs, for there are so many examples we could all come up with of brilliant works being left off albums, only to be recovered later.

But I wonder if this is not too bland an answer.  Could it not be that Bob has left a song off an album simply because it hurt too much, or reminded him of a bad moment?  It’s all very well writing all these songs of lost love but if that writing comes from real feelings of despair then it can wear the artist down.

By 1981 Bob had composed, by my reckoning, 49 lost love songs and 73 songs of love and desire.  These were easily the most common subjects of Bob’s writing, and that dominance of love against lost love shows a positive outlook.  So what happened next?

  • 1982/3:  Love  1, lost love 0.   Also at least five songs that can best be summarised as “there’s no going back.”   It is the lowest engagement with the love theme since Bob started writing.
  • 1984: Love 4 , lost love 4
  • 1985: Love -6, lost love 12

By 1985 he was emotionally sinking, if one accepts that his song writing reflects his thinking (and that is would seem a most reasonable assumption).   So what happened in 1986?

  1. Band of the Hand (It’s hell time man) (It’s all gone wrong)
  2. Rock em Dead (go out have fun)
  3. You wanna ramble (being unfaithful)
  4. Got my mind made up (leaving)
  5. Jammin Me (lost love)
  6. Had a dream about you baby (love)
  7. Ride This Train. (moving on)
  8. To fall in love with you (love)
  9. Silvio* (lyrics by Robert Hunter) (turning life around)
  10. Ugliest girl in the world* (lyrics by Robert Hunter) (love)

The last two songs marked with * are hard to pin down as to their exact date of composition.  My best guess is that they were written after “To fall in love with you”.

Silvio, although the lyrics are not written by Dylan, have lyrics that we may presume appeal to him – and this appeal seems most apposite at this moment…

Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
Ain’t complaining ’bout what I got
Seen better times, but who has not?

So this is Bob Dylan taking a new turn, drawing a line in the sand, moving on, or whatever metaphor you prefer.   He’s starting out again, and as the next song says, he’s not going after the pretty women any more, but finding a woman who can give him much deeper and more sincere love and affection.

Now to the usual task of adding up the topics for the year…

  • It’s all gone wrong: 1
  • Having fun: 1
  • Being unfaithful / leaving: 2
  • Lost love / moving on: 2
  • Love: 1

And with lyrics by Robert Hunter we have turning life around and love.

  • Turning life around: 1
  • Love: 1

And so we can see the transition, from the 1985 emphasis on lost love and no going back, and gentle shift into moving on and having fun.

Plus we can now take a guess at why the most wonderful To fall in love with you was abandoned.   Dylan was not ready either to confess his love for a particular woman, or to confess total love even to an unidentified woman.  It turned into a beautiful song, but it was the wrong subject matter for the moment.  He quite possibly had the lyrics, but didn’t want to enunciate them.

“To fall in love with you” is the only love song of a year in which Bob Dylan really needed Silvio as his alternative character.  Once he found that alternative he was ready to move on.

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But let us also think back once more to the end of 1980 when Bob wrote and sang

I tell people you’re just going through changes
And that you’re acquainted both with night and day
That your money’s good and you’re just being courageous
On them burning bridges knowing your feet are made of clay
Well I say you won’t be destroyed by your inventions
That you brought it all under captivity
And that you really do have all the best intentions
But you’re making’ a liar out of me

It had taken him half a decade to work through that recognition that life and emotions change, and that we all have positive and negative emotion (“night and day”) within ourselves, and only now in 1986 do we find him coming through it.

It had been a long, and seemingly very tough, journey.  Here, one more time, is how it started.

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Mississippi 3: Belshazzar on the steppe

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by Jochen Markhorst

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

III         Belshazzar on the steppe

Every step of the way we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape
We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape

In 1820 Heinrich Heine writes his ballad “Belsazar”, about the last evening of the Babylonian king. That evening, probably October 12, 539 BC, Belshazzar organizes a party. During the feast he is so audacious as to call for the “sacred goblets”, goblets that his grandfather Nebuchadnezzar had stolen from the Temple of Jerusalem during the destruction. He fills a sacred goblet with wine, rises, gulps it in one go to the bottom and, to the great delight of the partygoers present, roars insulting texts about this so-called “Jehovah”, that God of the Jews (Jehovah! I proclaim to you my eternal scorn, for I am the King of Babylon!).

Which he shouldn’t have done.

A hand appears out of nowhere. The hand floats through the room and writes “letters of fire” on the wall. The frenzied revelry is extinguished in one blow and with knocking knees the pale Belshazzar stares at the incomprehensible signs on the wall. The magicians are called in, but no one can decipher those strange symbols.

Belshazzar, however, was murdered that same night by his bodyguard.

Heine re-tells the story from Daniel 5, leaving out, to increase the suspense, the punch line; in the Bible story, the Jewish slave Daniel is brought in, who can indeed tell what those writings on the wall mean: mene mene tekel ufarsin – “numbered, numbered, weighed and divided”. By what God means to say, Daniel helpfully explains to Belsazar, that your days are numbered, that you have been found to be too light, and that your kingdom will be divided.

Like “writings on the wall”, “your days are numbered” has become an expression from which the biblical origins have evaporated; they have both become so common that no one thinks of the Old Testament, Daniel or that cheeky Belshazzar anymore.

Neither does the esteemed Dylan researcher from Albuquerque, Scott Warmuth point to the Bible, but rather to Henry Rollins. Not entirely unjustified; “Mississippi” has indeed borrowed some four, five fragments and word combinations from Rollins’ poems and prose, but attributing this “your days are numbered” to Rollins’ influence is a bit too much credit. The expression has existed for more than twenty centuries (the Book of Daniel was probably written around 165 B.C.) and Dylan himself has used it way before Rollins did (in “When The Ship Comes In”, 1963).

There, in the furious “When The Ship Comes In”, the lieder poet uses the expression in the old, biblical sense: it announces the imminent, ruthless destruction of the enemy and introduces further biblical metaphors (“Pharaoh’s Tribe” and “Goliath”).

However, the protagonist in “Mississippi” is, just like the poet, a couple of decades older and therefore calmer – in this first quatrain, it is one of the seven expressions the narrator chooses to express something like fatigue, hopelessness, existential loneliness.

Individually, the seven expressions are not that spectacular. “Every step of the way” is an ordinary, commonplace phrase, just like “we walk the line” has been established since long before Johnny Cash. The expression has been documented since 1874, indicating the line along which the prisoners in Port Arthur, Tasmania, had to walk during the convict exercise hour, but Johnny Cash probably picked it up from Merle Haggard’s “Sixteen Tons” (1947):

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

Cash uses it in the same sense as Merle Haggard: “staying true to your wife” – I find it very easy to be true… because you’re mine, I walk the line. And the songwriter Dylan also uses it often enough with that content (“Can’t Wait”, “Shelter From The Storm”, “Up To Me”, “Let’s Keep It Between Us”), but in “Mississippi” the meaning shifts.

In “Mississippi” the poet is looking for synonyms. In general, Dylan does not shy away from repetitio, from literal repetitions of the same word or an identical word combination. “Everything’s Broken”, “Wiggle Wiggle”, “Hard Rain”, “Rainy Day Women”… at every stage of his career the bard writes “list songs”, songs that rely on the power of repetitio. But here he chooses the accumulatio, the enumeration of equivalents, all of which in this case have a rather Lutheran message: life is suffering.

Characteristic for Dylan’s later work is his multicoloured palette. The seven equivalents are in themselves, separately, not very adventurous. But the special power of this opening coup is the accumulation of expressions from all corners of Dylan’s cultural baggage. The Bible and Johnny Cash are followed by struggle and scrape, which echoes Elvis’ gospel records, or to be more precise: “If We Never Meet Again” that Elvis sings together with The Jordanaires on his first gospel record His Hand In Mine (1960) (“As we struggle through this life and strife”). And “boxed in”, the unusual equivalent of nowhere to escape, with which the quatrain closes, indirectly penetrates Dylan’s vocabulary via those old Lomax recordings, via “Bad Man Ballad”, but Dylan undoubtedly is more familiar with Cisco Houston’s adaptation thereof (“Badman’s Blunder”) and the hit the Kingston Trio scored with it in 1960:

He was steppin’ right along (I was hot-footin’ it)
But he was steppin’ too slow (It was a hot day)
Got surrounded by a sheriff (Boxed in)
In Mexico (I didn’t even have a chance to see the country)

Only the origin of the preceding, tautological nowhere to escape, seems to be a bit further from Dylan’s cradle – in the American Songbook, in the Bible or at Elvis it is not to be found, in any case. Journalists do use it, usually to dramatize coverage of a fire catastrophe (“Power suddenly went out throughout the eight-story building. There was nowhere to escape. The staircases led down into the fire”, New York Times, December 7, 2012).

But with the receptive lyricist Dylan, the source is more literary, perhaps. Chekhov, then. Dylan repeatedly expresses his admiration for the great Russian writer, even suggests in Chronicles that Blood On The Tracks is based on short stories by Chekhov, and reveals in the 1978 Playboy interview: “Chekhov is my favourite writer.”

Traces can be found throughout Dylan’s entire oeuvre, true. The fascination for trains, anyway, the light-absurd, pointless dialogues (“Clothes Line Saga” could have easily been written by the Russian), “Up To Me”, “God Knows” (Chekhov’s most-used stop word), “Seven Days”… all songs in which remarkable twists, idiom and set descriptions seem to come from Chekhov.

And anyway, the entire song “Mississippi” breathes a Chekhov-like, Russian melancholy, and that unusual word combination nowhere to escape can indeed be found with the Russian as well. In his magnificent youth work “The Steppe”, the novella with which he more or less breaks through, in 1888:

“On a hot day when there is nowhere to escape from the sultry, stifling heat, the splash of water and the loud breathing of a man bathing sounds like good music to the ear.”

The novella is a semi-autobiographical account of a journey to Chekhov’s native region, the Mississippi of Russia, the district of Rostov in southern Russia, at the Sea of Azov and the mouth of the Don. Perhaps the most Dylanesque is the lesson that the youthful protagonist learns from his older companions: “Русский человек любит вспоминать, но не любит жить (“Russkij chelovek ljubit vspominat’, no ne ljubit zhit”):

A Russian man loves reminiscing, but he does not love living”

Chekhov is talking about the narrator of “Mississippi”.

To be continued. Next up: Mississippi part IV: Bertolt, Bobby, Blind & Boy

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My own version of you: Bob Dylan’s revenge; Bob’s desire

by Tony Attwood

You have made multiple versions of me, says Dylan.  Protest singer, folk singer, rock singer, born again Christian, supporter of Israel, voice of a generation, plagiarist, postmodernist, Kafkaesque, surrealist, blues man, celebrator of love, mourner of lost love…   So now it is time for a reply.

The first time I recall Dylan defining himself he called himself a “song and dance man”.  And now he revisits that definition with “My Own Version of You.”

And immediately the critics go awry in trying to understand the song without understanding that it is a commentary upon them.  “This phrase, particularly as the opening line as a verse, is from the blues song “Sitting On Top Of The World,” performed by The Mississippi Sheiks (1930), Howlin Wolf (1957), and others,” we are told, straight off.  But no, for that comment made within a few days of the album’s release is again a way we are misled.   Listen to the sheiks   and you will clearly hear

Was all the summer, and all the fall
Just trying to find my little all and all
But now she’s gone, I don’t worry
I’m sitting on top of the world

Bob says (with an occasional bit of singing)

All through the summers, into January
I’ve been visiting morgues and monasteries
Looking for the necessary body parts
Limbs and livers and brains and hearts
I’ll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you

Of course he might be misquoting, but no, not Bob.    Besides, what’s the point?  He is quite clear; he’s doing a Victor Frankenstein, but he’s also having fun, getting his own back at all those critics who have labelled him and dissected his songs – which of course includes me.  I hold my hands up.  I apologise.  But I can’t stop.

In short this is in fact the final resolution of that moment that started in December 1965 when Dylan gave the only only full length press conference televised in its entirety.

Here’s an extract from that press conference taken from near the start, courtesy of our good friends at Rolling Stone…

Do you think of yourself primarily as a singer or a poet?
Oh, I think of myself more as a song and dance man, y’know.

Why?
Oh, I don’t think we have enough time to really go into that.

But now Bob does have a chance to go back and reverse the moment from December 1965 when everyone wanted to know where he got his ideas from and how he saw himself.  And he has time to do it as his leisure, and at length.  It has, after all, been a long time since the last album.

The opening is fun, a slight misquote from Richard III but an exact quote of John Steinbeck’s last novel, the tale of fallen aristocracy.  And if we look at the lyrics from the point of view of the old man looking back, while the poet considers all those billions of words written about his works just wishing that the silly scribblers had actually LISTENED to what he was singing, and maybe understood a little more.

“I wish you’d’ve taken me with you wherever you went,” he says, and they then go on with their endless commentaries which he is fed up with.   And so I guess it is time for Untold Dylan, along with the rest, to apologise to Bob for all our interpretations.

Although of course we haven’t really hurt him, (“Not for a minute do I believe anything they say”) but even so he is going to bring someone to life.  And we wonder, for what?  A new Dylan?  A new critic?   Bob tells us we know what he means, but sorry Bob, I’m never really sure, because you keep changing tack.  Songs of love, lost love, moving on, that 18 months of Christian songs, that glorious Kafka period… Really Bob, have sympathy on us scribblers.  It’s hard  to keep up; it’s hard to keep track.

And where will these characters come from who are all finally mixed together into Bob’s own creation?  All those movies he has so loved to quote across the years.  Just to get to find “Someone who feels the way that I feel.”

And also it seems someone who isn’t interested in all the things Dylan was, for he is “I’m saying to hell to all things that I used to be.”  So that means he wants someone who feels how he feels NOW.  Hence the building of the new creature.

But I really do think he is also playing games with us, as he has so often done.  I know my oft-expressed thought that sometimes Dylan uses phrases just because they sound good, annoys or frustrates some of my friends on this site who have done so much to unravel the quotes that Dylan slips in, but (to give an example) was Dylan saying something of great significance when he says,  “And I ask myself, ‘What would Julius Caesar do?'”

OK let’s try it.  What would he do?  Julius Caesar claimed he was directly linked to the gods of Rome through descent from Aeneas and Venus as well as from the early (generally mythical) kings of Rome – which gave him a link to the god Mars.

So is Bob acting as a god when he says

"I will bring someone to life in more ways than one
Don't matter how long it takes, it'll be done when it's done"

Well, yes, that is possible.  The fans have made Bob a god.   But at the same time, he gives us a wink, just to remind us that (as so often in his songs, in my view) he is mixing reality and fantasy,

I'm gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle

I must say I have never held Liberace in high regard, although he was a moderately decent pianist.  However St John the Apostle…no he lived before the piano (which was around 1700 in case you are interested).  So just how far are we going to take these connections?  Was he thinking of Blind Willie Johnson?

I'm gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle
I'll play every number that I can play
I'll see you maybe on Judgement Day
After midnight, if you still wanna meet
I'll be at the Black Horse Tavern on Armageddon Street
Two doors down, not that far a walk
I'll hear your footsteps, you won't have to knock
I'll bring someone to life, balance the scales
I'm not gonna get involved any insignificant details

And there is the line that I think gives us the clue – “don’t bother me with details” is the reply of the visionary whose vision has a few logical gaps around.  And really we do have to take this as fun, as Dylan’s revenge on all those people who forever want to get a meaning out of every word he has written.

You can bring it to St. Peter
You can bring it to Jerome
You can bring it all the way over
Bring it all the way home

So, Bob’s newly created creature asks, just where do you want to go with this?  St Jerome, if you are looking for a Christian interpretation of the whole song, still clinging to the view that 1980 never happened and Bob never wrote Making a liar out of me    Or maybe he’s thought of Bo Diddley and his maracas player Jerome Green; and “Bring it to Jerome” – apparently the only song Jerome Green he ever wrote.

 

And even if normally you can’t be bothered with these odd song links that I slip into my commentaries, I would urge you to listen to this track simply because it is such great fun, and a perfect example of 1950s rhythm and blues which Bob (and I) so love.   And then consider

Bring it to the corner where the children play
You can bring it to me on a silver tray
I'll bring someone to life, spare no expense
Do it with decency and common sense

Now you decide.  Did Bob just make a reference to John the Baptist’s head on a silver platter, and in the desire to recreate life in Jurassic Park or is he carrying on his own theme here opened in the first lines of collecting body parts to create his new creature.

I guess in the end I am still influenced by the science I studied at university where we were taught, if there are several explanations available, always go for the simplest.  And the simplest is that the character in this song is symbolically wanting to create an improbable life form that represents his critics and all those people who keeps wanting to tell you what each line means.

Bob’s creature, in fact, is not like the monster created by Frankenstein but rather a creature made out of the lines of songs, and in this way Bob hopes to understand better both himself, and what is going on around him.

And in doing this Bob is seemingly preparing to use his creation to put the world to rights – he is returning to Bob the protest singer.  For in the final extended section he does mention some of the issues that have bedevilled mankind.   The sacking of Troy by the Achaeans, and the subsequent selling the women into slavery, Freud’s vision without any proof at all, that people can be understood through their dreams, the enslavement of the working classes through agriculture and industry, the landowners who grabbed the American west and enslaved once again, and the justification of all this because of the race and society one was born into.

Yes, it is as Bob once said about the young, “They’ll believe anything,” and as a result  Dylan is creating his creature to show us all that we have forgotten.  To tell us not to worry about what he means, but simply to look around us, and be aware of what is out there.

The creature Bob creates has one purpose: to save himself from all of those who wish to interpret him, and to save us from those leaders he still wishes we would not follow.

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Bob Dylan And Faith (Part IV): Swedenborg

by Larry Fyffe

Both the followers of the Christian religion and of the Judaic are sure they can find in the song lyrics of Bob Dylan solid proof that he is one of their own.

Paul Thomas, for example, dismisses quite easily the influence of poet William Blake on Dylan’s lyrics in order not to mess up the assertion that the singer/songwriter has returned to his Jewish roots as an unwavering adherent thereof. What Dylan’s beliefs are as far as any religion is concerned, I do not pretend to know, but in the following song lyrics he says as a an artist:

I go where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make

(Bob Dylan: I Contain Multitudes)

And if one is aware of Blake’s poetry, you don’t need weatherman Dylan telling you of the pre-Romantic’s influence on both style and content in his song lyrics.

Emanuel Swedenborg, a self-proclaimed prophet of Christianity, reloads the faith with a ‘scientific’ analogical twist to take down the rationalist philosophy of Enlightenment thinkers, and re-affirm that the material world is nothing more than a flawed manifestation of some spiritual plane that lies beyond the comprehension of most mortal human beings; figuratively speaking, the Gates of Eden are sealed to them.

Thusly, as above, Swedenborg interprets the words of the otherwise despised St. Paul that the Apostle directs at earthy pagans:

So also is the resurrection of the dead
It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption
It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory
It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power
It is sown in a natural body; it is raised in a spiritual body
There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body

(I Corinthians 15: 42-45)

William Blake, on the other hand, turns on what John Keats would call his “negative capability” by which the the poet upends the material/spiritual split; he turns it on its head. Blake finds the source of knowledge to be in the physical plane of the senses, and that source tells him that there is no absolute truth to be found; instead therein exists an entanglement of ‘light’ and ‘dark’ forces that the individual human being has to grapple with, and hopefully be capable of weighting the balance in favour of the good ‘light’ side.

According to  the Blake, the female biological force is a Tiger that any artistic male has to content with as so he interprets the following words supposedly written by a wise king:

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem
Terrible as an army with banners
(Song Of Solomon 6: 4)

In Blake’s poem below, Tizah symbolizes the dark material world; Jerusalem, the light spiritual realm:

Thou, mother of my mortal part
With cruelty didst mould my heart
With false self-deceiving tears
Didst bid my nostils, eyes and ears
Didst close my tongue in senseless clay
And me to mortal life betray
The death of Jesus set me free
Then what have I to do with thee?
(William Blake: To Tizah~Songs Of Experience)

Those who insist that many songs by Dylan reference specific autobiographical or political events in his life are in trouble deep as far as the following song lyrics are concerned – the female princess with her sexual desire be a demon lover, she flees from the confines of spiritual Eden to which artists like Dylan and Blake aspire:

At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
(Bob Dylan: Gates Of Eden)

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Taking his cue from the words of Jesus below, Blake combines Heaven and Hell – instead of separating them:

And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven
And whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shalt be bound in heaven
And whatsoever shalt be loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven

St. Matthew 16:19)

Taking his cue from William Blake, singer/songwriter Bob Dylan, akin to the Bard’s Prince Hamlet upon the stage, “at times” agrees:

The kingdoms of experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what is real and what's not
It doesn't matter inside the Gatess of Eden

(Bob Dylan: Gates Of Eden)

 

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