Bob Dylan talks about his career as a used car salesman

An Exclusive Untold Cell phone Interview conducted by Larry Fyffe)

Untold: Bob, tell us about your first day on the job as a used car salesman?

Dylan: Well, on the first day of my new job, I’m tryin’ to sell this guy a second-hand Cadillac with a broken windowshield; he asks me where it came from; I tell him what the previous owner said to the lot’s manager:

Well, I see a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun’
I got into the driver’s seat
And I drove down 42nd Street
In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war.

Untold: How’d the sale go after you told him that?

Dylan: It didn’t. Anyway, the next day, I use a different tactic when a gal’s lookin’ the Cad up and down. This time, I lie and tell her about my experience as its owner:

Well, I drivin’ in the flats in a Cadillac car
The girls all say ‘You’re a worn-out star’
My pockets are loaded and I’m spending every dime ….
I got eight carburetors, boy I’m using’em all
I’m short on gas, my motor’s starting to stall

Untold: So what happens?

Dylan: She puts her hands in her back pockets and leaves. I decide to be more aggressive with my next female customer and take her on a test drive:

I got a cravin’ love for blazin’ speed
I got a hopped-up Mustang Ford
Jump into the wagon, love
Throw your panties overboard

Untold: And?

Dylan: She wouldn’t; just then this guy wearin’ a coonskin cap and a union badge comes into the lot lookin’ for a used Chev. It’s sundown, and it’s getting dark. I figure the sale will be like taking candy from a baby; so I says:

And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was made in Argentina
By a guy making thirty cents a day

Untold: Enough said. You’re a clean cut kid. Please, go on.

Dylan: Well, anyway, the next customer is lookin’ for a used Rolls. I know the guy won’t fall for the old lady story who only drove the Rolls to church on Sundays. I tell the truth about its previous owner:

He drank Coco-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread
He ate Burger King, he was well fed
He went to Hollywood to see Peter O’Toole
He stole a Rolls Royce, and drove it in a swimming pool

Untold: So Bob, did you do any better on your third day as a used car salesman?

Dylan: On my third day on the job, this fella’s interested in the blue Buick that’s been sittin’ around the lot for months. The previous owner had phoned up from the hospital, and I told my customer what the driver from the Buick 6 had explained to the manager about the accident and how it could have turned out much worse:

Well, when the pipeline is broken and I ‘m lost on the river bridge
I’m all cracked up on the highway and on the water’s edge
She comes down a throughway ready to sow me up with a thread
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she’s bound to put a blanket on my bed

Untold: I bet that car’s sitting on the lot, still all tangled up in blue?

Dylan: No, it takes a lot to cry. The next day, I sold the Buick to a gal for a quick $20.oo:

We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best

Untold: And that was the end of your involvement with used cars?

Dylan: Well, not exactly. I ended up getting a lift from Tweeter and the Monkeyman; they got me to take the wheel after crossing the border into British Columbia:

Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey line
So they hopped into a stolen car; took Highway 99

Untold: Okay, thanks Bob ….let’s get you off that cell phone while you’re driving.

What else is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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Tangled Up in Blue: Bob Dylan’s utterly transformed “Real Live” version

Tangled Up in Blue: Analysis
 
By: Luke Hyland
 
To understand and appreciate Bob Dylan’s “Tangled Up in Blue,” we first need to talk about the album of which it headlines, Blood on the Tracks. This 1975 record arrived amidst the anguish of Dylan’s divorce with his wife of twelve years, Sara.
 
The album tracks the death of a relationship, with Dylan exploring both the evitable and inevitable factors that lead to the collapse, along with the raw emotions that come with such an event. He dips his pen into bleeding heart and puts it all on the page – all the tears, the anger, the longing, the regret. The result is a masterpiece that’s both intensely personal and vastly universal – a difficult balance that’s manifested beautifully in the opening track, “Tangled Up in Blue.”
 
For this examination, however, I’ll be analyzing a different cut of the song, off the album, “Real Live” – a version that Dylan himself declared better than the studio cut:
 
“On Real Live [“Tangled Up in Blue”] is more like it should have been. I was never really happy with it. I guess I was just trying to make it like a painting where you can see the different parts but then you also see the whole of it. With that particular song, that’s what I was trying to do . . . with the concept of time, and the way the characters change from the first person to the third person, and you’re never quite sure if the third person is talking or the first person is talking. But as you look at the whole thing it really doesn’t matter. On Real Live, the imagery is better and more the way I would have liked it than on the original recording.”
 
– Bob Dylan to Rolling Stone, 1985
 
Dylan switches this version up completely, which should be no surprise to any longtime fan. He arms himself with his guitar, harmonica, new lyrics, and a new melody for this version, supplying the timeless story with a new energy.
 
The recording from “Real Live” is available on Spotify here – it is available for free, although if you have not used Spotify you will have to register first – perhaps on a different page.  (Spotify is not available in all parts of the world. There are other live versions on line but as far as we can find not the Real Live version.  If our link doesn’t work for you, trying typing into Google “Spotify Tangled up in Blue Real Live”)
 
Dylan begins the song using the third person, describing the soon-to-be narrator as well as the relationship between and man and woman.
 
“Early one morning, the sun was shining.
He was laying in bed.
wondering if she changed at all,
if her hair was still red.
Her folks they said that their lives together
sure was gonna be rough.
They never did like mama’s homemade dress,
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough.”
 
Immediately, Dylan hints at a the splitting that he’ll explore later on – “He was laying in bed, wondering if she changed at all, if her hair was still red.” Here we’re with our main character as he lies on his bed, thinking about the woman who we can infer that he lost, perhaps reflecting on his mistakes. We see the character alone again at the end of the verse.
“And he was standing on the side of the road
rain falling on his shoes,
heading out for the lone east coast,
radio blasting the news
straight on through
Tangled up in blue.”
 
Dylan juxtaposes these images after the breakup with the omniscient narrator explaining to us some larger problems before the breakup, namely family and money. We have been given the bookends of the story, the beginning and the ending. What we don’t know is the journey, and that’s what “Tangled Up in Blue” is all about.
 
In the next verse, we fill out some more of out characters’ backgrounds.
 
“She was married when they first met,
to a man four times her age.
He left her penniless, in the state of regret,
it was time to break out of the cage.
They drove that car as far as they could,
abandoned it out west.
splitting up on a dark, sad night,
both agreeing that it was best.”
 
We get some more history of the relationship, but Dylan makes us work for information by primarily using pronouns to refer to all his characters. This supports Dylan’s comments to Rolling Stone where he says this is intentional – he wants it to all blend together, to emerge as a foggy voyage through a couple’s memories of their broken relationship.
 
In this excerpt, Dylan introduces the character of a “man four times her age.” He uses pronouns vaguely throughout the rest of the song, and he does that here to subtlety shift between characters. Dylan stops referring to this new character after he leaves our female lead “penniless, in the state of regret.” The following “they” then begins indicating the original pairing of our main characters, the woman with the red hair and man lying on his bed.
 
The next four lines could be taken literally or more symbolically.
 
“They drove that car as far as they could,
abandoned it out west.
splitting up on a dark, sad night
Both agreeing that it was best”
 
We can take these lines on the surface, as metaphor, or both. On the surface, we have the visual of the couple racing off through the night, never reaching their destination and rather physically parting ways “out west.” On a metaphorical level, there may be no car at all, and it’s rather a symbol for their relationship – they took it as far as they could, rode it until the last drops of gas were guzzled up, but it ultimately broke down.
 
The next six lines are some of the most powerful in the whole song.
 
“And she turned around to look at him
as he was walking away.
She said I wish I could tell you all the things
that I never learned how to say.
He said that’s alright babe, I love you too,
but we were tangled up in blue.”
 
Those last four lines. So simple. So powerful. It encapsulates a cause of collapse in many relationships, romantic or otherwise, which is communication. Here it’s the woman in the relationship who seems to have had been struggling with this, saying, “I wish I could tell you all the things that I never learned how to say.” She never learned how to truly articulate how she feels or what she needs, but her desire for a deep connection is there. She seems to genuinely want to be with the man but is just now realizing that fate may have different plans. It’s a powerful and heartbreaking use of sparse dialogue from Dylan.
 
The man responds, “that’s alright babe, I love you too. But we were tangled up in blue,” which leads us to believe he doesn’t put the blame on her, but rather on being “tangled up in blue.” This is the first time our first person narrator says the phrase himself, noting his awareness of the greater overall meaning of his own story – this idea of getting “tangled up in blue.” To explain what I mean by that, we must decipher the phrase itself.
 
I take the title of the song to refer to life and everything that comes with it – all its twists and turns, highs and lows, heartbreaks and happiness. Our characters get “tangled up in blue,” caught up in these ups and downs of life. They want love, but life gets in the way. The fault belongs to neither of them – there’s no one to blame save the unclear stormy forecast of one’s future, of life. And that makes the story all the more heartbreaking, yet all the more relatable.
 
In the next verse, we learn more about the man’s history.
 
“He had a steady job and a pretty face,
and everything seemed to fit.
One day he could just feel the waste,
he put it all down and split.
And he headed down to New Orleans,
where they treated him like a boy.
He nearly went mad in Baton Rouge,
he nearly drowned in Delacroix.”
 
Dylan is giving us the man’s “blue” here – that is, his story, his entanglement, a brief glimpse into his journey without the woman – before bringing us back to relationship.
 
“And all the time he was alone,
the past was close behind.
he had one too many lovers then,
and none of them were too refined,
all except for you,
but you were tangled up in blue.”
 
These lines tell us that the lyrics preceding them referred to a period after the breakup. “And all the time he was alone.” Throughout all this man’s searching, from New Orleans to Delacroix, he never felt complete. “The past was close behind.” His past was always there, following him – the mistakes he made, decisions he regrets, memories of the lost woman. No one ever meant as much to him as this woman did, but she was “tangled up in blue,” busy with her life, caught up in the day-to-day grind.
 
“She was working in the blinding light,
and I stopped in for a drink.
I just kept looking at her face so white,
I didn’t know what to think.”
 
Dylan jarringly shifts to the first person of the man in this verse, intentionally trying to disorient us.
 
“Later on as the crowd thinned out,
I was getting ready to leave.
She was standing there, beside my chair,
saying “What’s that you got up your sleeve?”
I said “nothing baby, and that’s for sure”
She leaned down into my face.
I could feel the heat and the pulse of her
as she bent down to tie the lases
of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.”
 
It’s unclear whether or not this scene is the two meeting for the first time or perhaps the man visiting where the woman works after the breakup, nervously waiting to speak to her. Either way, the sexual tension between the two is apparent – “she leaned down into my face. I could feel the heat and the pulse of her as she bent down to tie the lases of my shoe.” Great surreal description of a feeling we all know, but perhaps do not have the words for ourselves.
 
“I lived with him on Montague street
in a basement down the stairs.
There was snow all winter and no heat,
revolution was in the air.”
 
Now Dylan has shifted to the woman’s point of view, again speaking in the first person. She seems to be describing her time with the man – memories of the bitter cold and the impending social-political revolution of the 1960s.
 
“Then one day all his slaves ran free,
something inside of him died.
The only thing I could do was be me,
and get on that train and ride.”
 
The woman then pulls us out of the cold and into the heat of the relationship, possibly explaining why she left him. “Then one day all his slaves ran free, something inside of him died.” I take this line to be referring to the man losing something, some part of him, and the woman left him because of it. What exactly it is, Dylan does not say.
 
“And it all came crashing down,
I was already south.
I didn’t know whether the world was flat or round,
I had the worst taste in my mouth,
that I ever knew,
Tangled up in blue.”
 
We dive into the mind of the woman shortly after the breakup, all her confusion and disgust after losing him. Dylan then switches back to the man’s first person in the final verse.
 
“Now I’m going back again,
maybe tomorrow, maybe next year.
I’ve got to find someone among the women and men
whose destiny is unclear.”
 
This is the man post-breakup again, having accepted the situation once and for all. He states he will be “going back again,” presumably back home, where he and the woman met, but is unclear about when – it is less a plan than a far distant dream.
 
In the meantime, he hopes to find someone “whose destiny is unclear,” or in other words, who is not “tangled up in blue.” Someone who’s future is wide open and that of which he can freely and easily become a part. He is sick of this net, this entanglement in which he keeps getting trapped. Some seem to have it figured out, but even they are mistaken, Dylan argues.
 
“Some are ministers of illusion,
some are masters of the trade.
All under strong delusion,
all of their beds are unmade.”
 
Some people come into your lives just to trick you, to entangle your life further. Some appear to be in total control and have it all figured out. But they have built up a false sense of security and jurisdiction over their lives, believing they have untangled their net. They too are mistaken.
 
That leads us to the final lines of the song. There are so many ways for this story to end. Will the two get back together, hop in the car and head off West like before? At the very least will we get to hear the two speak to one another once more?
 
“Me I’m heading toward the sun,
trying to stay out of the joint.
We always did love the very same one.
We just saw her from a different point
of view,
Tangled up in blue.”
 
To some this could be a depressing anti-love song, but I prefer to see it as a heart-breakingly honest song – one that encapsulates the difficulties of life and relationships better than any I’ve heard. This ending, while not directly optimistic in the vein of a typical Hollywood romance, still holds a hope within it, a bittersweet smile. The man states that he’s moving forward with his life, headfirst into the bedlam.
 
However, Dylan has more to say. The narrator, who we presume is still the man, begins to use pronouns that don’t quite make sense. “We always did love the very same one. We just saw her from a different point of view.” We immediately assume the “we” refers to the man and the woman, but then he says, “we just saw her from a different point of view.” Are we to think there is a whole other character in the story that he didn’t reference until now? Dylan completely flips the story on its head, making us question everything we thought we knew about this story. Did we miss something? I don’t think so.
 
The “we” refers to the man, but two versions of him: his past self and his present self. When Dylan uses “I” to refer to the man, it’s the older, wiser version of him — the one post-breakup. When Dylan uses “he” to refer to the man, it’s a younger, more naïve version of him — one who is either living in or just before the relationship.
 
Dylan is putting the song on a timeline here. “Tangled Up in Blue” deals heavily with the idea of time and how it interacts with a relationship. This last verse reveals how the view of one’s partner changes as time passes. Early on, the attraction is irresistible, but with that often comes a simplicity, ignorance to the partner’s flaws. As time marches on, these flaws grow more present and change the dynamic of the relationship.
 
This realization, Dylan argues, was inevitable for the man and woman. “We always did love the very same one. We just saw her from a different point of view.” The man always loved her, at the beginning as well as the end, but it was different. He does not elaborate, because why should he? There was nothing else he could do — she was tangled up in blue.
 
Up until these last lines, a somewhat direct narrative can be stretched throughout the song, but even that is muddled and complicated. We jump back and forward in time with possible flashbacks and hazy memories interwoven throughout. The song itself is tangled. On songwriting level, this decision to arrange the lyrics so that they echo the narrative this way was pure genius, but that is not to overlook the actual content within the words either.
 
The story of this relationship is universal – this feeling of life overwhelming us, getting in the way of our best laid plans, rendering us helpless. But there is a beauty in knowing that this is everyone’s experience – we’re all tangled up in our own blue, just trying to figure it all out.
 
“Tangled Up in Blue” kicks off one of the most essential records in music history, Blood on the Tracks, which is an anthem for the heartbroken. It is one of Dylan’s finest accomplishments and shows audiences his humanity — no longer is he the prophet atop a pedestal. Rather he is simply a human being, a man who is flawed and confused. He strips himself bare with his emotions raw and honest and holds himself accountable for the train that hit him. However, it isn’t the crash that Dylan is interested in — it’s the aftermath. It’s the blood on the tracks.
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What else is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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The Hart Of The Matter: It’s not purple yet, but it’s getting there. Dylan and Hart Crane

The Hart Of The Matter

By Larry Fyffe

In my endeavour to demonstrate why singer Bob Dylan merits the Nobel Prize In Literature, I concentrate on his work as a whole rather than on any particular song as most are deliberately left open to interpretation to get the listener involved. General themes in his songs, such as those involving life’s journey to love and death, hark way back to Greek and Roman mythology. .

For example, I put forth the proposition that one of Bob Dylan’s enduring personas is that of Aeneas taken from classical Roman literature. Singer/songwriter Joan Baez, former lover of Dylan, does likewise:

Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you from harm
(Baez: Diamonds And Rust)

Queen Dido gives Aeneas temporary shelter from the storm, but the top god Zeus sees to it that the Trojan does not forget that his mission is to establish a city anew. Venus, on the half-shell, the mother of Aeneas, endeavours always to protect her son, and gives him a shield decorated with a wild goose that sounded the alarm of approaching danger.

The true artist is a messenger of a god beyond, so to speak, but the artist is not himself the tireless god. Staying forever young just ain’t easy, and coming down from Mount Ida, up where the Muses dwell, is the smart thing to do. Since the call to art echoes and re-echoes in the mountains, art for art’s sake becomes a repose.

The pro-Romanicist and anti-Modernist poems of Hart Crane, like those of Wallace Stevens, feature an ornate manipulation of words: ‘purple poetry”, that for many readers distracts from the personal and emotional message contained therein by the piling on of too much literary firewood: alliteration, allusion, apostrophe, hyperbolism, metaphor, oxymoron, personification, simile, sexual Freudian symbolism, flowery Ophelian imagery, and so forth.

By Crane Hart below, a William Blake ‘To see the world in a grain of sand/And heaven in a wild flower’-inspired poem that compares the confines of Mother Nature to a cruel sea that gives her offspring so little chance to act out innate desires:

Mark how her turning shoulders wind the hours
And hasten while her penniless rich palms
Pass superscription of bent foam and wave
Hasten, while they be true, – sleep, death, desire
Close round one instant in one floating flower
(Hart Crane: Voyages)

Dylan’s singing persona expresses Hart’s theme that haste is necessary because there’s not much time to find a love that satisfies (one floating flower/ one single rose), and even then it’s often crushed by authorities, by society’s pliars:

Everybody got all the money
Everybody got all the beautiful clothes
Everybody got all the flowers
I don’t have one single rose
I feel a change comin’ on
And the fourth part of the day’s already gone
(Bob Dylan: I Feel A Change Comin’ On)

Hyperbolic the above lyrics are, but there be not entangled tropes to deal with.
“It all depends on how you define ‘chaos’,” as some wit said . Excessive purple fat Dylan trims from the meat of the song.

Some of the time, but not all of the time.

There are Dylan songs where mixing metaphors and playing on words are undertaken by the artist for its own sake, or at least in order to strongly emphasize emotions felt:

The walls of pride are wide and high
Can’t see over to the other side
It’s such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It’s sadder still to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I’m out of control
Like the Universe has swallowed me whole
I’m twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
(Bob Dylan: Cold Irons Bound)

It’s not purple yet, but it’s getting there.

Not all of the time but sometimes the poet Hart Crane implants double-edged meanings in simpler language without drowning himself in the dephs of purple diction. In the poem below, he mixes organic and mechanical imagery to depict a dream of perhaps escaping from the cold chains of authority by which he is bound:

As though the waters breathed that you might know
‘Memphis Johnny’, ‘Steamboat Bill’, ‘Missouri Joe’
Oh, lean from the window, if the train slows down
As though you touched hands with some ancient clown
– A little while gaze absently below
And hum ‘Deep River’ with them while they go
Yes, turn again and sniff once more – look see
O Sheriff, Brakeman and Authority
(Hart Crane: The River)

Likewise, does Dylan in the following sexually suggestive song lyrics:

Well, I ride a mail train, baby, can’t buy a thrill
Well, I been up all night leanin’ on the window sill
Well, if I die on top of the hill
And, if I don’t make it, you know my baby will
Don’t the moon look good, mama, shinin’ through the trees
Don’t the brakeman look good flaggin’ down the ‘Double-E’
Don’t the sun look good goin’ down over the sea
But don’t my gal look fine when she’s comin’ after me
(Bob Dylan: It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry)

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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Bob Dylan’s creative challenges, and why doesn’t he play the harmonica any more?

Bob Dylan’s creative challenges

By Joost Nillissen

Tony’s article on the seemingly rather absurd question of why Dylan writes songs came just when I was mulling a similar absurd question of why he is still performing about 70 to 80 shows a year (in 2016) when he is 76 years old.

It’s almost like asking the goose why she lays eggs. Because that’s what a goose does, stupid! He writes songs and he performs. I do not have a lot of friends (none, as a matter of fact) who share my fascination for Dylan and when I bring him up, they ask me: “He’s old, rich and famous, he sings like a crow. Why doesn’t he retire, lean back and enjoy the rest of his days?

But the questions are not absurd, as Tony proves in his article. I believe the short version of the answer is: creativity.

As any creative person knows, creativity can sweep you up and away into the dazzling heights of heaven, only to throw you back a few moments later into the depths of the darkest pits. We have all been there. In my late teens and early twenties I was an artist who couldn’t decide between painting and writing. I did both, never studied, rambled and gambled, wrote and painted, and finally – more or less – gave up.

There was a child on the way. I found a job and had a fantastic career, but my art became a hobby. For years I felt embarrassed by this defeat. Unlike Tony, I was not so lucky to have a career “via the arts”.

All through my life I found out, again and again, that creativity never leaves you. “It’s a part of me now, it’s been cherished and saved.” In my spare time the dazzling heights still continue to seduce me, while I timorously try to avoid the pitfalls. During the last five or six years I wrote and published three novels and recently a collection of short stories with my own pen drawings to sum up an artistic period of 40 years. I am world famous in the tiny circles of my tiny network.

The Questions

The question of why anyone would create artistic works (money, fame, drive, religion, fun) is academic. It’s probably all four and a few more, and over the years one impetus may replace another. But the root, for most, I believe, is: look at me! I made this, what do you think? Isn’t it amazing? Who would have thought I could do this, or still can do this?  While all the time you were thinking “I was past my prime…”

For an intensely private and socially awkward person like Dylan this must be difficult.

But Dylan is already recognized as the greatest, the most influential, with numerous prizes, including an Oscar and the Nobel prize for Literature. We, the hoi polloi, have no idea what it’s like. If only we could “for just that one moment stand inside his shoes”, perhaps we would have a clue as to why Dylan does what he does. So what else is there for him to win? How can he gain our recognition or prove he is still worthy of it?

By challenging himself. On stage. For months in a row four of five nights a week, anywhere in the world.

The question: Can he still fill the venues, will they still want to hear him sing? The answer is yes. (Although in Canada last month one or two shows were cancelled due to disappointing ticket sales).

So that challenge is met, the crowds still gather to see him perform.

Another question: Why did he put down his guitar and moved to a silly keyboard? Was this a creative challenge? He hasn’t picked up the guitar for years, only to strap it around his shoulder last October in Las Vegas  when he heard he was awarded the Nobel prize for Literature and played so appropriately A Simple Twist of Fate. (And then again when performing To Ramona in New York last June. Why? We don’t know).

In the meantime he got rid of the keyboard and brought on the baby grand, which looks a lot better.

Another question: What about the set list? He hardly changes it anymore. Night after night the same songs in the same sequence. We know Dylan usually chooses his songs carefully. (I saw him in Jerusalem in 1987 and he played John Brown… the boy who went off to war… In Israel, where every boy (and girl) has to go off to war. It hit us like a bullet).

So he sat down and composed a balanced set list that he will play night after night. Every night it’s a challenge; to get the most out of the songs, to do it better than the night before. Or as well as the night before. That’s one hell of a creative challenge.

Another question: Why doesn’t he play the harp anymore? The crowd loves the harp, the minute he brings the instrument to his lips and the first notes cut through flesh and bone, the audience goes wild. Maybe he thinks that’s too easy, a cheap thrill. We’ll they still appreciate my work without the harp? Another creative challenge.

So in conclusion, I believe they are all creative challenges. Maybe he doesn’t write anymore (we don’t know that!). Maybe the need to write about love and emotions or the need to change the world, has evaporated. Maybe he feels he has said it all and nothing he can say will change one iota in the big schemes of things. We don’t know.

The Tempest was Shakespeare’s last play. Not because he died or became feeble. He just stopped, left London and went back to his wife in Stratford upon Avon. Maybe Dylan’s Tempest is his last. We don’t know.

What we do know is that creativity is always there, it never leaves you. “It’s indescribable, it can drive you to drink”.

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

 

 

 

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Beyond the Horizon: the sources and meanings within Bob Dylan’s song

by Tony Attwood

To my mind, Beyond the Horizon really doesn’t belong on “Modern Times” but rather on Love and Theft, because it is something of a lifted song – in this case it being a reworking of “Red Sails in the Sunset”.  I offer two different versions here in case you are interested of where Bob got it from…

and a totally different version from Fast Domino.

I love Fats, but really you need to hear Bing to see what the song was really about.   Simplifying the chords and rhythm back to “Blueberry Hill” doesn’t do justice to the composition in my view.

The opening lyrics are…

Red sails in the sunset way out on the sea
Oh carry my loved one home safely to me
He sailed at the dawning, all day I’ve been blue
Red sails in the sunset, I’m trusting in you

Swift wings you must borrow, make straight for the shore
We marry tomorrow and he goes sailing no more
Red sails in the sunset way out on the sea
Oh carry my loved one home safely to me

From which Bob Dylan built

Beyond the horizon, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow life has only begun
In the long hours of twilight ‘neath the stardust above
Beyond the horizon it is easy to love

My wretched heart’s pounding
I felt an angel’s kiss
My memories are drowning
In mortal bliss

Maybe Bob is saying more than the lyrics via implied meanings and references, but I am not sure it is that much more.  There are nice lines and nice word combinations, and here’s something I missed until Heylin helpfully pointed it out – Bob mentions a Bing film “The Bells of St Mary.”   But beyond that?

What we also have is a set of chords very un-Dylan like but very similar to the original.  And as the Fats Domino version points out, not actually necessary if you want to pound out the melody as if it had been written in 1955 and not twenty years earlier.

Even if chord sequences mean nothing to you, you will I am sure recognise that this is an extraordinarily complex structure for a piece of popular music, and not what we normally associate with a Dylan song…

Here’s Red Sails

D, Dm7, D7, G, Gm7, D, Cdim,  A;

Bm7,  A,  Em7,  A,  Em7,  D,  E7,  A7.

And Bob gives us

D,  D6,  Dmaj7,  Dmaj7/6,  C9/6,   D,  D6,  D,  D6

A7,   Adim,  D7,   D6,  D6,   Dmaj7,  A

Not the same, but the effect is similar and the constant changes of the chords gives the same feel.

One interesting review I have found on line says,

“Beyond The Horizon is a song about transcending the fear of death. It seems to contain all those romantic, corny songs which tell us about a love which will ‘last forever’, and to stretch their sentiments to the logical extreme. It manipulates cliché to go beyond cliché.”

And the review makes the point that Bob has done this as far back as 1969 with Nashville Skyline.

Thus it is argued that “In Beyond The Horizon he assembles a whole song out of clichés,” and ends up looking “into the face of death with a sly shrug and a playful wink.”

And so Beyond the Horizon is another world, a better world, a world after death perhaps, whose image is given to us by using “cliché to go beyond cliché.”

I am however not convinced and I find myself asking, do I really want to see the next world, the promised land, the eternal paradise, through a bunch of phrases that could have been written into many other songs by modestly decent writers, without actually telling us anything.

There are, for me, three problems.   First, too many lines that just don’t quite work.  Second, no overall message or idea that makes one think, “ah that’s interesting”.  Third, the melody is so close to “Red Sails” (which surely everyone with an interest in popular song throughout the years knows inside out) that we’re endlessly reminded of the source.

Let me quote lines from the official web site – the lines on the album and in some of the on stage versions, did change.

I’m touched with desire
What don’t I do?
I’ll throw the logs on the fire
I’ll build my world around you

Now I don’t mean to say that I expect Dylan to make every line a gem – in a song you need some connecting lines to make the whole thing take shape.  But here we are speaking of desire – of overwhelming emotion which takes over the body and soul and demands that nothing else can get in the way.   The person of whom one thinks morning, noon and night, and who can never be set aside.

And we get, “I’ll throw logs on the fire”.

I’ve thought about this a lot to try and make sense of what Bob is doing here.  Is this a contrast of the mundane with the overwhelming love?  Is the fire symbolic of the burning up of all rationality when faced with total love that swamps everything?   Or is it just… a line?

When I first heard this song I wanted it to mean something particular, something special, not so much for itself, because it was written by Bob, and as far as I can tell is what he wrote just before “Nettie Moore”, which is a completely different type of work.  And it was of “Nettie Moore” that Dylan was speaking when he said it was “not just a bunch of random verses”.

In fact I think the use of that phrase does tell us about this song.  I think it is just a bunch of random verses.  That is not necessarily a bad thing, because as Bob has shown, it is possible to create intriguing images and thoughts out of just that.  But here, no, it doesn’t work for me.

So my problem with “Beyond the Horizon” is that I do hear it as a bunch of random verses.  That is not to say that this is what the song is, but that is how it seems to me.  And not for the first time my appreciation of the song is intercepted by knowing the original.

“Red Sails” was written about looking out to sea from Portstewart in Northern Ireland, which now holds the Red Sails Festival each year in honour of the song written about the resort.  There is an image there, a highly romantic image which anyone who has ever been affected by the romanticism of the waves hitting the shore and the boats out at sea will know instantly.  And I don’t think Bob does this image justice.

Sometimes, reworking an old song doesn’t leave me caught between the new and the old, but that is invariably when the new song has something powerful to say.   For myself I can’t find any power in this song’s lyrics, nor merit in reworking such a beautiful tune from 60+ years before.

But then, when it comes to the album, whenever I have heard this song I have always known, next is Nettie Moore, which kind of makes it ok.

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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‘Bob Dylan’s Original Recipes And Cookbook’ 

‘Bob Dylan’s Original Recipes And Cookbook’

The Untold Promotional  Interview

 By Larry Fyffe


(Interview conducted by Larry Fyffe)
 Untold:  Bob, tell our readers where you came up with the idea of writing a cookbook.

 Bob Dylan:  While I’m listening to the steel rails hum
                        Got both my eyes tight shut
                        Just sitting here trying to keep the hunger from
                        Creeping it’s way into my gut


Untold:  So that got you thinking about writing down your recipe for a batch of rice and beans?

Dylan:  That’s right…..I’d come down with a case of the Workingman Blues ….

              I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
              I can live on rice and beans
              Some people never worked a day in their life
              Don’t know what work even means

Untold:  Why the instructions on how to cook a clean hot dog?

Dylan:  I was On The Road Again ….


             Well, I asked for something to eat
             I’m hungry as a hog
             So I get brown rice, seaweed
             And a dirty hotdog

Untold:  And the three pages on how to cut up and cook string beans?

Dylan:  Yes, I recalled many years ago when I was Talkin’ World War III Blues …..

             Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
             And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
             “Give me a string bean, I’m a hungry man”
             A shot gun fired, and away I ran
             I don’t blame them too much though
            They didn’t know me

Untold:  What about those numbered, diagrammed instructions      
               on how to mash potatoes?

Dylan: You see, I’d forgotten how to ….way back when I was heading out for a ‘BYO’ Million Dollar Bash ….


            Well, I looked at my watch
            I looked at my wrist
            Punched myself in my face
            With my fist
            I took my potatoes
            Down to be mashed
            Then I made it over to
            That million dollar bash

Untold: I see a recipe here on page 312 for frying up a crepe suzette.
              Tell  our  readers how you came up with that one, Bob.

Dylan:  It was after an incident at a restaurant, I forget in what town, that this recipe revealed itself to me in my 115th Dream ….

              I went into a restaurant lookin’ for the cook
              I told him I was editor of a famous etiquette book
              The waitress he was handsome, and he wore a
              powder blue cape
              I order up some suzette; I said could you please make
              that crepe
              Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
              Food went flyin’ everywhere; I left without my hat

 Untold: You have quite a discussion in your book on how to cook hard-boiled eggs.

 Dylan: Well, to tell you the truth, I was in the Highlands ….

             I’m in Boston town in some restaurant
             I got no idea what I want
             Or maybe I do, but I’m not really sure
             Waitress comes over ….
             I said, “Tell me what I want”
             She say, “You probably want hard-boiled eggs”
             I said, “That’s right, bring me some”
             She looks at me; says, “I’d bring you some
             But we’re out of’em, you’ve picked the wrong place
             to come”

Untold: And what’s the story on your special recipe for home made ice-cream?

Dylan: Well, you can bet your boots of Spanish leather that I’m gonna be better prepared the next time I have a Romance In Durango ….

             Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
             Me and Magdalena on the run
             I think this time we shall escape

 Untold: I see you have quite a number of recipes for desserts in your book.

 Dylan:  Well, ya know Country Pie just tastes so good ….
              sorry about that stupid spelling mistake in the book ….

              Raspberry, strawberry, lemon, or lime
              What do I care
              Blueberry, apples, cherry, pumpkin,  and plum
              Call me for dinner
              Honey, I’ll be there

 Untold: Eh … thanks, Bob …. We’ll give out the address where our readers can order your cookbook and your etiquette book a bit… later.

 Dylan: Thank you….thank you, thank you so very very much!

              [End of interview]

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages..

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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Why does Bob Dylan write songs?

By Tony Attwood

I’ve never come across anyone asking the question in this article’s title (although of course I am sure many have), but it popped into my head when I first read Joost’s article on Neighbourhood Bully.

Now, please don’t shut this page down thinking I am going to be utterly tedious and reply to Joost’s reply to my article.  Or that am I going to write another article about Neighbourhood Bully.  Two reviews are enough I think.

But I have often wondered why Bob wrote that song – just as I have wondered why he wrote many specific songs.  And each time I feel this is a valid question because it then allows me in part to answer the question, “Is this a successful song?” in the sense – “does it work?”

To me this is a much more valid enquiry than the more commonplace “what does it mean?”  Meaning can be a difficult concept to capture, and often involves taking the art form out of its context, but “does it work” sees the song as a work of art, and then asks about what it is and what it means to be.  These are the interesting questions I think.

Now I want to begin by explaining where I come from on this, not because I want to talk endlessly about me and suggest that there but for a simple twist of fate would go I, with my songs, but because I think it valid in such an exploration to consider the critic’s position and bias.  If you’ve read bit about me before, or you know me, just fast forward a bit.

For most of my working life I have earned my living via the arts: first in music, then in the theatre, finally as a writer.  Like many who were not born with talent enough to find the world beating a path to one’s personal creative door, I supplemented my income in the early days by teaching and lecturing.

Also, I know something about the concept of creativity, because I studied the subject as part of my undergrad and postgrad degrees, and because I have lived by utilising my creativity (such as it is) to write things that people want to read.  Writing adverts, lots of non-fiction books, and a small number of novels.

As a result of this background and I feel moderately able to take on this challenge and answer the questions that follow.  Thus, I ask what I take to be the four key questions below, and finally, like all good academics, draw my conclusion.

1: Why does anyone create artistic works?

1.1  Money.  It’s not that easy – witness the millions of painters, actors, song writers, rock n roll musicians, playwrights, designers, poets, sculptors, novelists… who struggle to make a living from their art.

But if you get it right, it works.   And then over time the market changes – either for your benefit or to kick you when you are already down.    When I started out, in any TV production the writers of the script were pretty much at the bottom of the financial pile.  Now the best writers are the top earners on TV dramas.  Being there are the right time helps and Bob was certainly there at the right time for his type of music.

1.2  Drive.   Many artists continue to work without any reward, financial or otherwise.  None of the songs I have written have had any success.  But I still write songs, and once every year or two gather up the 20 or so best songs from recent times and hire a studio for a few hours and record them.  I just do it for myself and for my daughters to have a record of what their dad did when on his own.  I am, I guess one could say, driven to write songs in the same way that some people are driven to gamble.

From what I understand many creative people are likewise simply driven to create.  Certainly my friends in the arts, one or two of whom have had commercial success, find it hard to stop, even when age makes it tough to keep going.

1.3  It’s fun.  Well it is for me.  Writing books, blogs, songs and dance routines is enjoyable.  I like the research, I enjoy the act of creation and I enjoy the performance.  Writing is part of my life.  Not all of my life, because I also watch football matches etc, but it is a big part of what I am.

1.4  Love of fame.  I never got fame, but occasionally because of my writing people come up and say, (usually because of something I have written about football) “Hey you’re that ****ing Tony Attwood”.   I’ve had the death threats too, which are not pleasant, but mostly people are very nice, and yes I like it.  Can you imagine what it is to have this times 10 billion?  That is what Bob has.

And I think he likes it – or at least the recognition that is shows he has.  Consider the way the Oscar has been displayed at concerts.  Nothing wrong with that – I’d most certainly have done it.  But it shows he likes the recognition.

But then again he was very slow to respond to the Nobel prize and did not want to go and give his lecture in person.  Maybe there is a point beyond which the fame is too much.  Just as on occasion Bob has locked himself away with his family.

1.5  To change the world.   I wrote the music for a musical in my early years as a composer, and the writer of the lyrics, who was much more famous than I, told me, “the only reason for writing is to change the world.”

Did Bob think this when he wrote “Masters of War”?   Did he think that he would help solve the problem of the rural poor by writing “Hollis Brown”? And the Christian songs; were they written for this reason – to save the souls of non-believers like me?

Incidentally this was a reason for writing this piece – I was taken back to my original thoughts on Neighbourhood Bully – why was it written?

1.6  To celebrate an occasion or honour the memory.  And continuing that theme, was this why Bob wrote “Hurricane” or “George Jackson”?

I wrote organ pieces for the weddings of my two eldest daughters and played it as part of the church service; it was one of the best things I have ever done in my life.  Not to show off, but to say “this is the best gift I can give you, because this is truly part of me.”  Art as a celebration is probably the most extraordinary art that can be created.

2: Why Bob and songs?

I guess this one is easy – he is a songwriter not a painter, because he is a better songwriter than painter.  And also because in his early days in New York it was easier to get an audience as a singer songwriter.  He was there just at the moment when the audience for what he was doing was ready for what he had to offer.

In other words, part of the success of Bob Dylan, and what led him to continue writing, was not just that he was very good at his art, but also there was an immediate and growing audience for his art.

That doesn’t mean that artists who don’t find an early audience give up.  Many clearly don’t and so live on handouts and scraps.  Bob however had the right talent at the right time which meant he kept on keeping on.

3: So what drives Bob, the songwriter?

I think the answer to question two is a fundamental.  Songwriting is his natural art form and he was in the right place at the right time too.  That combined with great talent is the perfect combination.   But is there more?

3.1  Money

The fact that Dylan has licensed his songs to appear in adverts suggests that he is willing to maximise his income from various means.  It doesn’t mean that he’ll do anything for money, but rather that he’s not averse to maximising his income from his creative work – and of course many artists who have this opportunity also seek to protect their work.  Indeed working on a much smaller scale I have occasionally moved to protect my copyrights.  With me every penny counts.

3.2  It’s something to do; it shows he can do it.

Bob is obviously exceptionally good at writing, and in earlier times he used to write songs in hotel suites while touring.  Many of the recordings of such songs that were never put on albums come from the sound checks on tours.

But in later life the touring continued when the writing stopped, so clearly writing itself was not driven by touring.   In the end, for Bob Dylan the touring is a much greater driver than the writing.

Linked to this is the notion that Bob sometimes wants to change and explore other approaches.  The sudden switch to the JWH style – with almost all the songs following a similar three verse format, with the same accompaniment style and similar (although sometimes hard to comprehend) themes – was clearly a deliberate choice.  A way of exploring and saying “let’s see how it goes”.

“New Morning” was another album that went out on its own limb, exploring rural themes.  And when we go back to a song like “Peggy Day” it is almost as if Bob is saying “look I can be trivial too”.

But also have a listen to “Caribbean Wind,” apparently written in the part of the world to which it links in the title, but then not liked by Dylan enough to go on playing it more than once.  For many of us that is one of the great songs, but clearly not to Bob.  He could do it, so he did it, but that doesn’t mean he has to play it.

3.3  Anger, love and other emotions.

Bob Dylan has written songs on so many different subjects and incorporating so many emotional variations it is very tempting to see this as a major reason why he has written so many songs.

“Masters of War” sounds like the song of an angry young man.  “Love minus zero” the song of a man in love.  “Sara” a song of love and asking for forgiveness.  “Sad eyed lady” a song of adoration.  “Idiot Wind” a song of vengeance and disgust.  “Only a pawn” a song of despair at the way society works.

But it is not just an exploration of emotions.  One can go on and on with these songs and find more and more themes – some of them being songs which explore something as esoteric as the formulation of time.  “Tangled up in blue” is the ultimate perfect example, and clearly a song that Bob loves given the number of times he has re-written parts of it.

3.4  Religion

As I have mentioned several times (and I keep writing it because I find is so fascinating) Dylan rarely explains the meanings of his song.  But when he came to write and perform the Christian songs – the songs that are among the easiest of his works to understand – he suddenly began to spell out the meaning – including the occasional seven minute monologue at the gigs.

Just how perverse can a songwriter be?  Well, in Bob’s case, very.  When an explanation might have been helpful, we don’t get it.  When it’s all as clear as day and night, we get a lecture.

Yes for a while Bob was driven to write by his religious conviction, but only for a while.

4: So why did he stop?

Stop Bob most certainly has.  In 1967 he wrote, amended or utilised 77 songs.  Then in 1968 he wrote one – and that was delivered late. In 1971 and 1972 we were picking up gems but so few of them it seemed that Bob had had enough.  And by 1976/7 he just about had stopped – offering half written songs to others to complete.

Religion got him back into song writing mode and kept him going through part of the 1980s, but then after the Wilbury’s again he stopped, this time for five years.  1991-5 another time without writing (songs dated from within this period by some authorities were actually written in the 1980s), some more activity in 1996/7 and then another stop.  As for this century, the output has been erratic.

So why did Bob stop when he did?   Many a writer of literature and music has spoken of writer’s block – that period where the creativity just won’t happen, and I know from my conversations with other people who live by their art, and my friends with non-art jobs, it can be a very difficult time.

The best way to describe and explain it is through a comparison with another job.  A job where you turn up and work.  One could be working for a local council, or lecturing in a university.  One might be tending gardens or working on a farm.  Whatever it is, it is possible to do the job with drive and enthusiasm, or simply to do it.  And I suspect most people will find in their jobs that this is what happens – sometimes they have drive and energy and sometimes they don’t.  But all the time they keep working.

But for an artist working in any of the arts life is not the same, because one is not only doing the work, but also judging it against one’s own standards, which on occasion might be quite different from everyone else’s standards.

Think again of Caribbean Wind.  Something in that song is just not right for Bob, so he won’t perform it or cut it for a mainstream album. He has that choice.  But most of us don’t have such a choice.  We have to do the work or else we don’t get paid.

Conclusion: Why does Dylan write songs?

Well, actually he doesn’t any more.  After the Tempest collection in 2011/12 he’s not been writing songs as far as I know.   Maybe he can’t be bothered.  Maybe he’s too tired.  Maybe he just doesn’t have anything he wants to write about.  Maybe he’s fed up with us saying, “hey this melody comes from a Fred Astaire hit and this line comes from that civil war poet.”

Maybe he just got bored with the whole thing.

But when he was writing, I think many of the ideas I’ve tried to sketch out above have come into play.  And when it came to Neighbourhood Bully I suspect he was just angry with the way he perceived Israel to be portrayed on the news.  So he wrote a song, simple as that.

And quite possibly that is what happened much of the time.  Something came to mind and he wrote a song about it, and because he has been so supremely blessed with songwriting talent, a lot of the songs have been highly memorable, some to the extent that they are works of genius.

This however doesn’t mean he has to keep writing.  If he wants to stop, he can stop, which is the flip side of the question in the title.   Why does Bob Dylan not write songs any more?

The answer I guess is that he doesn’t feel he has anything he wants to write about at the moment.   And that’s his decision.  After all, who could possibly tell Bob Dylan what to do?

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

 

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Neighborhood Bully. The heart of the matter

 

By Joost Nillissen

Approximately nine years ago Tony Attwood wrote a distasteful commentary on Neighborhood Bully.

I use the word ‘distasteful’ partly in jest, of course, as Mr Attwood claimed there was something distasteful about this song. Everybody is entitled to his or her opinion. “I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.” (Somebody said that, I forgot who). Mr Attwood’s article elicited 21 comments, all in different colors and shapes, but none to the point.

Being a Jew, Bob Dylan has a bond with Israel. He once considered settling in a kibbutz, he celebrated his sons Bar Mitzvah there. He has visited often. So he felt the need to stand up for Israel and write a song. Any song on Israel is going to be controversial, depending on where you stand, so Dylan knows he has to stick to the facts. And he does. He is not pointing any fingers, not blaming anyone, he is just telling us what Israel is up against.

Nobody can disagree with the facts Dylan states:

His enemies say he is on their land, they’ve got him outnumbered, he’s got no place to run, he just tries to survive, he’s supposed to lay down, not to fight back.

There is a lot to say about ‘being on their land.’ It could be the Westbank that Israel conquered during the Six-day War, but it is really all of present day Israel. It’s no secret that its enemies want Israel to be wiped from the face of the earth. What we in the West cannot possibly understand is how it feels to be outnumbered ‘a million to one’. Israel is a tiny country and could be wiped out in no time. It could and the enemies are working on it. That’s a fact.

He’s been driven out of every land, he’s wandered the earth, seen his family scattered, hounded and torn, always on trial for just being born.

The history of the Jews. For two thousand years, after the total defeat at the hands of the Romans and the destruction of their temple in Jerusalem, they have wandered the earth. Always on the run, never welcome in any golf club or University in any country. That’s a fact.

Israel takes preventive measures, knocks out a lynch mob (The PLO in Lebanon) and        destroys a bomb factory (in Syria). What would you do if your neighbor is planning to wipe you out? Really. You can approve or disapprove. But it’s a fact.

Dylan points out that the chances the bully will make it are slim, if he lives by the rules the world makes for him. We are so full of ideas of how Israel should behave and act, while nobody sees or understands that the bully has his head in the noose, a gun at his back and that a license to kill him has been given out to every maniac. Even today, as then, politicians and imams are on record calling for Jewish blood. That’s a fact.

‘The rules the world makes for him’ refer to the United Nations with their silly resolutions. Let me quote Abba Eban, ambassador to the United Nations from 1949 till 1959:

“If Algeria introduced a resolution claiming the earth is flat and that Israel flattened it, it   would pass by a vote of 164 to 13 with 26 abstentions.”

Now we come to part that rattled Mr Attwood’s cage, the part he says is untrue. He’s wrong.

Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side

If you live in Israel (like I have for 30 years) you will know that Israel has ‘no allies to really speak of’. Europe is disinterested, uninformed and often simply hostile. In Israel today they shrug their shoulders. The European Union, a messy collection of opinions and hollow phrases, has become irrelevant.

As for the United States… Well. Dylan wrote this song in 1982-83, when Israel was involved in Lebanon ‘wiping out the lynch mob’ (Yasser Arafats PLO). It was ten years after the last war, the Yom Kippur War, when the armies of Egypt, Jordan and Syria attacked together on the holiest day of the Jewish calendar. That war was in its fifth day and Israel was losing ground. It was about to be wiped of the face of the earth. Heavy casualties. Nixon was unavailable, incapacitated by the Watergate scandal and Vietnam. It took a phone call from the Saudi’s to Henry Kissinger telling the US to get involved because the conflict was about to get totally out of hand and they feared it might turn global, maybe even nuclear. The Saudi’s threatened with an embargo on oil to the USA. Only then did Nixon send help. It was in the nick of time. That’s a fact.

Next Dylan points his arrows at the hypocrites and pacifists who pray and themselves would not hurt a fly. The bloodshed must cease. They wait for the bully to be butchered in his sleep. But don’t forget, Dylan says, every empire that ever enslaved the bully is gone. The Pharaoh’s, the Roman Emperors, the Babylonians, they’re all gone. The Jews and their religion survived.

Not only that, they made the desert flourish, they took the crumbs of the world and created wealth, and they used that wealth to make the world a better place, with their countless inventions in numerous fields, such as health, agriculture, intelligence, technology, to name but a few. That, too, is a fact.

So to summarize, Dylan is talking facts and takes Israel’s side, which is his right. It doesn’t mean Israel has not made some terrible mistakes, but that goes for everybody in this conflict. That’s not what this song is about. It’s about the facts that Israels enemies and its so called allies seem to forget.

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The original review of “Neighborhood Bully” is available here.  The original title of the review was simply the name of the song.  I’ve changed the title (as I have done for many of the reviews on the site over the years) having reading Joost’s article in the hope that it might make the view that I was trying to express in the original a little clear.  The article itself has not been changed.


What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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Bob Dylan And Aeneas: The Greatest Troy Ever Sold

Bob Dylan And Aeneas: The Greatest Troy Ever Sold

By Larry Fyffe

Wily Ulysses, on the winning Greek side, after many adventures, makes it back home to his wife and son. Sorrowful Aeneas, on the losing side in the Trojan War, loses his wife. The Trojan hero gets a chance to redeem himself when the chief-god Zeus commands him to take along other survivors, and establish a city in Italy.

All does not go smoothly on the sea voyage. Aeneus’ mother Venus is on her son’s side, but Zeus’ wife hates Trojans because their prince Paris has previously awarded a beauty prize to Venus, not her (in exchange for the affections of Helen, the beautiful wife of the Greek king).

Before he gets to Italy, Aeneas is shipwrecked on the shores of Carthage where Queen Dido dotes on him. Zeus intervenes so that Aeneas will continue on his journey.

Soon after his arrival in Italy, a battle erupts, and Aeneas kills without mercy a jealous rival. The Trojan wins the daughter of the Italian king, but she dies in the war.

Aeneas does found the city, however.

In a number of his song lyrics, Bob Dylan depicts himself as the reincarnation of the rather pious Aeneas:

Oh, the hours, I’ve spent inside the Coliseum
Dodgin’ lions and wastin’ time
Oh, the mighty kings of the jungle
I could hardly stand to see’em
Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb
Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my mind
When I ran on the hilltop following a pact of wild geese
(Bob Dylan: When I Paint My Masterpiece)

Pointed out by other sources than me (though not the particular line), Dylan references the designs on the shield given to Aeneas by his mother:

And there the silvery goose flying through the gilded
Colonnades, cackled that the Gauls were at the gate
(Virgil: The Aeneid)

Modern day Bob Aeneas, like the one of ancient lore, remembers some fatherly advice:

I’m gonna spare the defeated, boys I’m going to speak to the crowd
I’m ģoin’ to teach to the conquered
I’m gonna tame the proud
(Dylan: Lonesome Days Blues)

Pointed out by others, the songwriter pays another tribute to the Roman poet of old:

To teach the ways of peace to those you conquer
To spare defeated people, tame the proud
(Virgil: The Aeneid)

Aeneas observes that the Greeks and Ulysses showed no pity to the Trojans, and that Zeus hadn’t intervened:

Here the Trojans treasures are gathered from every part
Ripped from the blazing shrines, tables of the gods
Solid gold bowls and plundered robes
(Virgil: The Aeneid)

Well, they burned my barn, they stole my horse
I can’t save a dime
I got to be careful, I don’t want to be forced
Into a life of continual crime
I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
How I wish you were here to see
Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking
That you have forgotten me
(Dylan: Workingman’s Blues)

The Band, associated with Bob Dylan, mentions the poet Virgil in their song about the defeat of the Confederate States:

Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
Virgil, quick come see
There goes the Robert E. Lee
Now I don’t mind choppin’ wood
And I don’t care if the money’s no good
Ya take what you need and ya leave the rest
But they should never have taken the very best
(The Band: The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down)

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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Bob Dylan: the greatest songwriter of all time?

By Tony Attwood

Songs, like stories, have long been a central part of western society, and although the absolute history of songs goes beyond my knowledge limits, I think that every society that we know anything about has songs as one of its earliest art forms.   We know that in western society they go back as far as the first century AD – and that is just the date of the oldest song of which we have information.  Songs are probably as old as civilisation itself.

And what I want to do here is try and see where Bob Dylan fits into this ancient tradition.

For many years Dylan has divided people in terms of his artistic merit and his ability to entertain more than most songwriters – and I guess this is primarily because of his longevity in the world of popular music, and his gigantic range of compositions and styles, from the downright silly to the utterly profound, from the lyrics that border on incomprehensibility to the simplistic, from the deep to the songs for children.

And just as his lyrics have varied so his musical style has varied too, from folk to country from blues to the classics of the 1930s, from rock to … well anywhere else you want to go.

So is that it?  Can we just say Bob is the greatest songwriter of them all because of these factors?

No.  I think that we do have first to say that we are looking only at popular songs, rather than what we might call art songs; the songs from the classical romantic tradition that have appealed to a much smaller audience.   So I’m not thinking of the songs of Brahms or Hugo Wolf, or Schubert.    I’m thinking of songs that have been immediately attractive to a wider ranging audience.  Songs with the broadest of appeals.

And if we exclude the art songs of the Romantic era, the question arises who might we put up against Bob as a rival to the title of the greatest songwriter in the popular genre?  There have been other great songwriters of course, and in terms of popular songs in the last 100 years we might consider Paul McCartney as one such.  But although he has written very many songs that have become extremely popular in western society, the number he has written can’t be above 200.   And although he has innovated – Eleanor Rigby for example was indeed an innovative piece of music, as was Hey Jude, it is hard to think of too many songs that have had a profound influence on people’s way of thinking, or become national anthems.   Everyone knows the final section of Hey Jude, and it is sung in many situations (we sing it at Arsenal when Giroud scores) but that isn’t really the level I am thinking of.  I am looking for composers who have taken the whole genre into new dimensions.

In fact in terms of sheer volume of production, popularity becoming central to a nation’s way of thought, the only comparison I can think of to Bob Dylan in terms of western music  is Irving Berlin.   And if you think there is someone else who could challenge in this list of elite of elites songwriters, please do write an article for this site about the composer.  I’d love to see the argument.

Of course if you are not familiar with “Alexander’s Ragtime Band,” the extraordinary impact that Berlin had on popular music can be hard to fathom, but if you have an interest in popular song surely you will know not just that song but also at least some of, “What’ll I do?” along with “Always”, “Blue Skies”, “Putting on the Ritz”, “God bless America”, “There’s no business like show business”, and above all “White Christmas”.  In all he wrote Berlin around 1250 songs – so well over twice as many as Bob.

Now here’s an interesting thought along the way.  “God Bless America” was meant originally to be a peace song, but became a patriotic anthem.  Woodie Guthrie is said to have disliked it so much he wrote This Land Is Your Land,” in 1940 and indeed this became popular as an alternative to “God bless America”.

And while we are on oddities, Berlin was very controlling of the use of his songs, although he did allow the American Society of Composers and Publishers which he helped found in order to ensure that songwriters benefited financially from their work, to create a televised tribute to him on his 100th birthday.  However it is said that he demanded that all of the orchestrations be destroyed immediately after the performance!

So we can be fairly happy with the notion that Dylan has gone further than Berlin in terms of expanding where popular song can go and what it can do.   But while Dylan has been very varied in his genres, he has rarely if ever done what Berlin did in writing for the popular taste and has not worked to help the patriotic mood of his country.  Dylan’s anthems might be nominated as “Blowing in the Wind” and “Times they are a changing”.

On the other hand Dylan has written a number of songs that promote Christianity.  Which leads me to another thought.  Both Dylan and Berlin were born into Jewish families and brought up in the Jewish tradition.  And although Berlin didn’t write Christian songs as Dylan did, he did write two songs that are deeply rooted that are not only rooted in the Christian tradition: “White Christmas” and “Easter Parade” both of which have become fundamental parts of western cultural traditions.

Berlin thus was most certainly much more mainstream than Bob.  Which leads me to think of songs like “What’ll I do” – an overwhelmingly powerful romantic ballad with an instant appeal to huge parts of the American population.  The song that can instantly bring tears to the eyes of millions.  Goodness knows how many marriages it has saved!  That is not a world that Dylan has entered any more than Berlin thought of writing about the arms industry or songs which turned time upside down.

And maybe that is the difference.  Two American popular songwriters that stand out above all the rest, but with utterly different focus points.   Dylan has never been very interested in celebrating the modern world, when he does celebrate modern times it is often in relation to an imagined rural lifestyle; otherwise his approach has been to challenge us, either directly by writing about people he clearly dislikes (what I’ve called “the songs of disdain”) or by challenging us by his sudden turns into types of music we would never normally associate with him (I think at once of “Country Pie” – a song which I personally would never choose to play, because I find it both alien and mundane at the same time.)

So in my understanding of American popular music (and remember I am English, not American, so my understandings will certainly be far from complete) Dylan stands at the top of the songwriting tree with Berlin, but without writing to the popular mood (as Berlin did unrelentingly,) often instead taking the music into all sorts of different dimensions.  The mood that says, “this is wrong”, and “this needs challenging”.  The exact opposite of “White Christmas” in fact.

Put simply, Berlin wrote feel good, Dylan wrote challenges and enigmas.

And this brings me to another point; all the arts appeal to different people – and there are many who have no close engagement in any art form.  It seems to me a constant indictment of the education system in my country that such a tiny minority of people end up in adult life with any serious engagement in any art form beyond cheaply made TV series and everyday top 40 pop.   They don’t read books, don’t go to the theatre, don’t spend time looking a visual art presentations, and their engagement with music is often little more than as a constant background to the day.

So for such people anyone who is so serious about any art form that he/she makes it part of daily life is going to see strange.  And that certainly means that anyone who is interested in Dylan, is going to seem odd.

Indeed in my country we seem to have lost any sense of the value of becoming engrossed in something deeply.  Because the whole notion of life has become one in which we can understand everything in a second, and that theory is irrelevant, considering a musician and his work in depth seems ludicrous, and thus any in depth analysis of anything is irrelevant and pointless.

Why should I bother to understand opera when I can tell from five seconds listening that it is garbled rubbish?

At one level none of this matters; each to his own, of course.   However there is another point that arises here, because we live in a world in which people do (to utilise the phrase Bob made famous) criticise what they can’t understand, and also what they have never tried to understand.  Only now it is not the mothers and fathers who do this, but their children who rebelled against such a lack of understanding.

This resultant “analysis” (I use the word lightly) that everything not instantly understood is rubbish, comes about because we have moved into a society in which everyone not only has an opinion (it has always been thus) but can express that opinion and have it taken seriously.  Whether spouting on the radio phone ins or in response to blogs, anyone can be heard, and each now demands to be taken as a valid point of view no matter how lacking in detail, analysis, evidence and theory it is.

To put this in the context of artistic movements, we have moved on from modernism in which the new was particularly valued and there was a huge faith in progress and development.   After modernism we had post-modernism, in which it was seen that art from the past could be of great merit in itself and worthy of interest, re-evaluation and reinterpretation (as with Bob’s use of melodies from the 1930s and 1940, and lyrics from all eras).

Now we have pseudo-modernism in which every opinion is supposedly of equal merit.  And this is where I step aside from the the progression because I don’t think this is true.  While I fully appreciate that there are many developments in the arts I can’t comprehend (opera is one, ballet another and a lot of contemporary visual art another) I see the movement towards everything being of equal value, so that everyone can have an opinion of equal merit, is not only silly, but also dangerous.

But for me it is only when one starts to look to see what makes Dylan’s music of particular interest that one begins to understand it a little more: hence my few thoughts on whether Dylan might be the greatest songwriter of the last 100 years.

That doesn’t mean you can’t love an art form without such analysis, but to understand why Dylan is appreciated by so many people one needs to get deeply involved in the music and appreciate it emotionally, historically and analytically – and that means not just analysing the songs but also looking at the history of popular music and considering Dylan’s place therein.

And through such a review we may notice that Dylan’s music is immensely varied in the way most other composers of songs have never achieved.  Variation by itself of course is of little interest – but when combined with quality and depth, then it is something to take into account.   This is not to put down Irving Berlin, but to suggest that this attribute puts Dylan right up there with Berlin when the greatest songwriters of the last 100 plus years are being considered.

And in addition to variation of style and approach we also have volume of work.  Again writing a lot of stuff is of no significance if it is all tripe, but when across a whole lifetime one can find works that quite a few people will consider masterpieces of the genre then one must surely begin to take notice.  Again Dylan and Berlin come to the fore.

Seeing Dylan within the context of popular music seems to me to be as important as comprehending what it is that makes Dylan special within his own right.

And the answer to the question posed as the title of this little piece thus becomes irrelevant.  It is the asking of the question that is important because it takes us into issues that are themselves of interest to anyone seriously concerned with popular culture, and its place in our society.

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order below on this page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

And please do note   The Bob Dylan Project, which lists every Dylan song in alphabetical order, and has links to licensed recordings and performances by Dylan and by other artists, is starting to link back to our reviews.

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Bob Ulysses Disguised As Mack The Knife

 

By Larry Fyffe

In the ancient tale of adventure, the Greeks warriors who were victorious over the Trojans take credit for what the gods have done. As a consequence, Ulysses faces the wrath of the Sea God as the island king sails back home to his faithful wife and son; he alone of all the crew survives after he escapes from monsters, bewitches a witch, and gets shelter from a nymph who overwhelms him with kindness.

In a number of his lyrics, singer/songwriter Bob Dylan presents himself as the reincarnation of the Greek wanderer:

It ain’t the leavin’
That a-grievin’ me
But my true love who’s bound
to stay behind
(Dylan: Fare Thee Well)

In his travels, the modern Ulysses (this time as aka, Tiny Montgomery) deals with, among other things, creatures with three legs:

Three-legged man
And a hot-lipped hoe
Tell’em all
Montgomery says, ‘hello’
(Dylan: Tiny Montgomery)

And with creatures having three eyes:

With his businesslike anger
and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye, he just grows one
(Dylan: Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window)

And with one-eyed creatures, as well:

Now you see this one-eyed midget
shouting the word ‘Now’
And you say ‘For what reason?’
And he says ‘How’
(Dylan: Ballad Of A Thin Man)

From certain death, the Ulysses of yore is saved more than once – by the chief god – by lesser ones (some who are overly protective) – and by his own wits. So too is Bob Ulysses:

And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows
a futile horn
‘Come in,’ she said, ‘I’ll give you shelter
from the storm’
(Dylan: Shelter From The Storm)

Ulysses, back in the favour of Zeus manages to keep going, and gets by seductive Sirens who do not have his best interests in mind:

Well, I sailed through the storm
Strapped to the mast
Oh, but our time has come
And I’m seeing the real you at last
(Dylan: Seeing The Real You At Last)

Meanwhile, Ulysses’ own true love, now sought after by her guests, waits back home, not believing rumours that her wanderer is dead:

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you
(Dylan: Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands)

Upon reaching home, Ulysses identifies himself to an old nurse by showing her a scar:

Shadows are falling and I’ve been home all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
(Dylan: Not Dark Yet)

Modern Ulysses Bob, like the Ulysses of Greek lore, disguises himself in order to check out the-unwanted-guests situation:

He moved across the mirrored room; ‘Set it
up for everyone’, he said
Then everyone commenced to do what
they were doin’ before he turned their heads
Then he walked up to a stranger and asked
him with a grin
‘Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time
the show begins?’
Then he moved into the corner face down like
the Jack of Hearts
(Dylan: Lily, Rosemary, And The Jack Of Hearts)

The reincarnated Ulysses (this time, aka, Jack Of Hearts; aka, Mack The Knife), suffers not ungracious fools gladly; they are no match for his sharp-penned wit – as Penelope’s suitors were not for Ulysses’ strong bow:

And the dust of rumours covers me
But if the arrow is straight
And the point is slick
It can pierce through the dust
No matter how thick
(Dylan: Restless Farewell)

Diamond Jim, with a penknife in the back, found that out.

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

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When the deal goes down & Huck’s Tune/ Bob Dylan believes in God – poetically speaking

by Joost Nillissen

When the deal goes down (Modern Times) is a pretty sombre, but straightforward song, except for the last line of each verse:

I’ll be with you when the deal goes down.

And it is that line that has so many people scrambling for their copy of the Old and New Testament. What deal? In this context I should mention something that Tony Attwood referred to in his commentary on this song. In the famous CBS 60 Minutes interview, which is on YouTube, although you might have to subscribe to CBS’ service to see it.

Dylan is asked why he is still touring so much.

Dylan: ‘it’s a destiny thing, I made a bargain with it, a long time ago. I’m holding up my end.

The interviewer: ‘With whom?’

Dylan: (half smiling, evasively, maybe a little embarrassed): ‘the chief commander.’

The interviewer: ‘In this world?’

Dylan: ‘In this world and the world we cannot see.’

So who is the ‘you’? His wife, lover, friend, child? The chief commander? God? Jesus?

Good Lord.

Most of the lines in this song are thoughts we ourselves could have thought at one time or another, especially if you have passed middle age and, scarred and all, you realize it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.

Of course wisdom comes with pain and strife
Of course you go through dark patches in life
Of course your prayers evaporate in the air
Of course you have to deal day after day with countless tomorrows
Of course we live and die and do not know why

There is nothing new here, it is just incredibly well put and sung. He is weary, but wise.

Of course we eat and drink, feel and think
Of course we get lost sometimes
Of course we laugh and regret things we said
Of course midnight trains carry lonely souls
Of course they are bound by rolling shadows

The singer, still weary, still wise, is trying to define a deeper meaning to all this aggravation. For now all he can do is keep on keeping on, because… that’s the deal.

He’s grateful for the moon and its light
He’s grateful for the glow
He’s grateful that he has lived to learn to forgive
He’s grateful for the flowers, the precious hours
He’s grateful for the bond and the vision in the sky

The singer needs a vision in the sky, a sign from above, to remind him of the deal.

Because the rose he picked up, poked him
Because the stream is hard to follow
Because a deafening noise caused transient joys
Because he doesn’t understand them
But he knows that in spite of the disappointments and pain
He’ll stay true, he will not frown on this deal, he’ll keep his end of the bargain.
Keep on keeping on, that’s the deal.
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It’s the deal we’re practically born with, you have to keep on keeping on, no matter how hard it might get sometimes, because if you don’t, you’re dead. Some people may sometimes think they’re better off dead and some people may feel the need to reaffirm the deal, solemnly, even religiously or poetically in order to survive. No matter with whom you make the deal – God, Jesus, the commander in chief – you are really only making a deal with yourself.

Those that can’t abide by the deal can go hang themselves, like merry little elves.

And that brings us to Huck’s Tune. (The bootleg series Vol. 8: Tell Tale Signs)

While in When the deal goes down Dylan is hanging on to this deal by his fingernails, in Huck’s Tune he is tired of his faith. I have to put you down for a while. It’s the same ‘you’ that he promised to be with when the deal goes down. The deal has become a (temporary) burden.

He is wandering through a cold world, where life is a version of death, alone, dreaming of his future wife. He is master of his own fate, but only as second in command. The Commander in Chief – a woman, no doubt, his Muse maybe – commands all, but at this particular moment it’s a heavy load.

Everything is fine, really, her kisses cause honey to drip, children hand out roses, even though they might poke through his clothes. They meet everyday and everyday there is a ball they can go to.

Life is full of surprises. Would could possibly be wrong?

Well… the problem is, he tried her twice and she’s not nice. That’s what’s wrong. It’s too hard, he’s gonna have to put her down for a while. He wants to get away from it all, lay in the sand, get himself a sunshine tan, and then he’ll be moving along, riding in style, while she tries to knock him dead.

He’s counting the years now, not shedding any tears. She has blinded him with what he could have been, but now he’d rather rejoice in Nature’s voice and listen to the wild song of the wind.

He remembers they sometimes had hopeless love in the room above and when he tells her she was fine as wine he’ wasn’t handing her some line. It was true.

But not anymore, not now. All her merry little elves can go hang themselves, his faith is as cold as can be. He did all he could, there’s proof he can show her, ‘if you don’t believe me, come see.’

And yes, he agrees with her, maybe he’s blue, maybe it’s a temporary thing, maybe he’ll get over it, but, let’s be candid with each other now, the game’s gotten old, the stack is gone cold. I’m gonna have to put you down for a while.

The deal is a great burden, poetically speaking.

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

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Bob Dylan and Lord Tennyson: Flagging down the Double E

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By Larry Fyffe

As I often have noted, Bob Dylan’s song lyrics are rather consistently double-edged. Many of his song lyrics show a side of life bathed in bright light, akin to the poems of the Romantic Transcendentalists who rescue God by revamping the religious possibility of a renewed life in order to counter what many of these poets consider to be the rather dark discoveries of the rational and scientific method that placed God outside of the Universe.

Bob Dylan, of the time present, leans more towards the views of pre-Romantic poet William Blake and the romantic-offshoot Gothicists and Surrealists than the Transcendentalists. He updates, intertwines, and tangles up both dark and light visions of the human condition.

The desolate side of the economic and social climes of modern times require that the honest artist do so. The subjective Romantic emotionalists have to grapple with the objective, empirically-based discoveries made by modern science, including those found by studying Earth’s geological and biological past.

The Victorian poet Lord Tennyson finds himself face to face with the newfound discoveries of Charles Darwin that leads the scientist to construct a materialistic (environmentally and biologically based) deterministic theory. The poet links the Theory of Evolution to the Judeo-Christian influenced Romantic movement.

Bob Dylan’s song lyrics reveal the influence of Tennyson’s creative imagination.

Neither the Pantheist faith in a ‘spirit’ of love emanating from an unknowable Creator that puts man at the head of the line, nor the scientific view of Evolution is dismissed by the Victorian poet:

Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation’s final law –
Though Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shrieked against His creed

The spiritualistic Emanuel Swedenborg pops up his head yet again:

Our little systems have their day
They have their day and cease to be
They are but broken lights of Thee
And Thou, O Lord, art more than they
(Tennyson: In Memorian)

Charles Darwin treads heavily upon the stage – all creatures, great and small, must adapt to environmental change or perish; in this struggle, there are creatures that survive through natural selection, and pass on their genes.

However, the imaginative Victorian artist pens the script with crooked hands, and, rather than to a Greek god, compares himself to a mighty eagle:

He clasps the crag with crooked hands ….
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt he falls
(Tennyson: The Eagle)

Similarly, taking Darwin into account, and with a nod to Jack London’s ‘Call Of The Wild’, the adaptive and imaginative singer/songwriter, envisions himself able to survive by stealing poetic scrapes that drop from beak of the Tennysonian eagle:

Well, the nature of man
Is to beg and to steal
I do it myself
It’s not so unreal
The call of the wild is
Forever at my door
Wants me to fly like an eagle
While being chained to the floor
(Bob Dylan: You Changed My Life)

Bob Dylan gives Charles Darwin’s roulette wheel a spin; luck has a lot to do with success. The Romantic theme that Man is born free but finds himself everywhere in chains, the songster looks at through the lens of Evolutionary Theory that shows wild animals are well-adapted to their environments. Karl Marx notwithstanding, Bob Dylan concludes that most urbanized people, especially those living in present city-centre environs, are like wild animals caged; tormented – since they don’t adapt well to confined places:

Time’s pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape
We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape
City’s just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it trying to escape
(Dylan: Mississippi)

Worse still, Man is a species that uniquely goes the way of waging wars; as the cockroach scurries along its merry old way, only time will tell which one will survive, and which one will be left behind:

There’s not to make reply
There’s not to reason why
There’s but to do and die
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
(Tennyson: The Charge Of The Light Brigade)

That’s the way it is. Even when a human has enough room to make his or her own decisions, biological make-up and vitality, along with social, economic, and political conditions, are all factors that affect whether or not an individual fulfils his or her potential:

Tell Ol’ Bill when he comes home
Anything is worth a try
Tell him that I’m not alone
That the hour has come to do or die
(Dylan: Tell Ol’ Bill)

Thus spake Tennyson:

‘Tis not too late to seek a new world
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die ….
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
(Tennyson: Ulysses)

To go where no man has gone before!

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

 

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Bob Dylan’s Angelina: the alternative view

Angelina / Bob Dylan – A deep sense of regret

by Joost Nillissen

Tony Attwood struggled with this song in his commentary and Len hit the nail on the head with his comment of November 20, 2016. It’s about an ugly divorce.

When I first heard the song I was still happily married to a well endowed woman and the lyrics almost immediately inspired me to paint three large canvasses with images from the song: The pale white horse, the angel with four faces and the well endowed woman .

The paintings are now in another country, gathering dust underneath my ex wife’s bed that she shares with a stranger. I wish her a long and happy life and him an erectile dysfunction ’till the end of his days.

I guess Dylan was in a similar mood when he wrote “Angelina”. Dylan can bite and kick, charm and seduce in his love songs and then say truly terrible things such as “you just kind of wasted my precious time”. He can bear a grudge for a long time, just as he can pine for his lost lover for almost forever.

So this is Dylan, sitting on a bench, looking back, talkin’ to himself.

Let me first admit that I took chances, maybe I didn’t treat you right, cheated on you even. But what did you expect of your song and dance man, always on tour with his band, his concertina?

I’ve been travelling, performing from shore to shore, standing in the spotlight, my hair looking like it’s on fire. Ah, it’s been a long time and in my mind I am knocking on your door. What shall I say? Will you still know me, Angelina?

I am seeing myself, my eyes are like slits, but I have a powerful face that painters would want to paint (and the rest of the crowd would want to film or photograph). I am good looking and your body was well endowed. But your true nature was in your head. The head of a scavenger, a hyena.

If I knock on your door, what will I say? “Okay, I’ve been wrong, I’ve made mistakes, you want me to turn the other cheek?” “You know it all, why must I explain? And no, I cannot change, I know nothing about the man you want me to be, Angelina.”

There is no point in going back. Things were well once, when we lived in the land of milk and honey, a long time ago, almost as as in Biblical times when giants roamed the earth, but it all came to an epic end. Everything exploded. I couldn’t help it, you wanted the divorce, the subpoena.

You are no longer my wife, you cease to exist and who do you think is to blame? I did the best I could, but the game is over and you know why? I am both the best and the worst, good and bad, loyal and falsehearted, both husband and artist. I cannot play this game, Angelina.

I remember the divorce lawyers arriving in their black Mercedes, the scene turned ugly, a combat zone. But, boy, was I ready. I was going to slay them, they were already half dead, and you, my lady, were down to the bone. I planned to hunt them to the ends of the earth and overthrow them. Very generously I let them choose the place of their demise. It could be anywhere, Mexico or Tibet, Jerusalem or Argentina.

Now I’m thinking how it all could go so wrong. We married young, of course, she was only a child when I stole her from her mother, and now she’s got her revenge, but had to sell all of her possessions. And look at me, standing tall with God on my side and four angels around me. You cannot see me, you’re stumbling in the dark, Angelina.

So I have won the battle, but I can also sense the apocalypse, the end of time. One last attempt to reconcile what cannot be reconciled: “Tell me what you want and you’ll have it of course.” Come out and discuss it. In the arena.

But it’s too late, she won’t come out, so everything is lost. It’s now truly over and full of regret I retreat, up the spiral staircase into unknown territory, I see trees of smoke and angels with four faces and I must find a place to weep and beg for mercy.

Angelina appears on the Bootleg 1-3 collection

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

 

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When the deal goes down by Bob Dylan. A religious tract or rumination on death?

By Tony Attwood

The journal “Psychology Today” has a long history of commenting on Bob Dylan so it was not too surprising to find it making the comment that “The attitude of dwelling in the pain of human finitude is captured poetically in Bob Dylan’s mournful song, When the Deal Goes Down.”

As the magazine pointed out, Bob can do “love songs dark” and to illustrate the point they mention

Sky is gray
life is short and I think of her a lot
I can’t say
if I want the pain to end or not

And yes the point is valid.  The song can most certainly be considered to be about death, although it is interesting to note that Bob certainly didn’t sound as if he was deep in morbidity when writing the three songs that came immediately before this:

after which we get

But on the other hand, this was Dylan’s first return to writing in 2005/6 after just three songs in the last four years.   So perhaps running into trouble when it came to new ideas.  Even the master might find the new concepts to put into verse a little hard to come by after some 500 works.

But it is certainly a song Bob clearly finds amenable, as he is reported to have played it 148 times on stage since 2006.

The sources are well known, and covered by other writers:   Bob’s seemingly favourite poet Timrod and the songwriters Roy Turk and Fred E. Ahlert who wrote the Bing Crosby classic “Where the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day.”

Those are the bits that are easy to discover, and I’m happy to start there, because I was brought up watching Bing Crosby films on TV (along of course with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLROKnw8660

But Bob is never going to get carried away into Bing Country.  Indeed as Larry Fyffe pointed out in his essay on this site Bob Dylan And Henry Timrod: The Country Coleridge Rambles Dylan did not want to be known as a guy who was affected by the moon.

The moon gives light, and it shines by night
Well, I scarcely feel the glow
We learn to live, and then we forgive
O’er the road, we’re bound to go
More frail than the flower, these precious hours

Larry continues, Bob is “Sampling once more the Coleridge-influenced male poet, who feels the power of the sun:

These happy stars, and yonder setting moon
Have seen me speed, unreckoned and untasked
A round of precious hours
Oh! here in that summer noon I basked
And strove, with logic frailer than the flowers
(Henry Timrod: A Rhopsody Of A Southern Winter Night)

But I have wandered from my first thoughts, and I’d like to go back to “finitude” as Psychology Today put it – the state of having limits.  And limits there certainly are in this piece…

My bewildering brain, toils in vain
Through the darkness on the pathways of life
Each invisible prayer is like a cloud in the air
Tomorrow keeps turning around
We live and we die, we know not why
But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down

And thus we toil, we work, we try to sort it all out, but in the end we can’t – or at least today we find that Bob can’t.  But also, Bob is back to the old days remembering Robert Johnson, the man from whom so much of the music that meant so much to Bob (at least before he discovered Bing Crosby) was to flow…

In fact if I may divert from the song in hand, if you are not wholly familiar with Robert Johnson’s work do spend a moment with “Last Fair Deal Gone Down” even if you are a person who feels that all of Johnson’s songs sound the same and the blues are so depressing.  And do stay with it – and just listen how it grows.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QazkS_pI-ig

and if you are particularly interested, this was adapted from Charley Patton’s record, “You’re Gonna Need Somebody When You Die.”  And because I rather like Charley Patton and we know that Bob does too, here’s the link to that.

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

It may not feel it to everyone but I feel a link in the lyrics

We eat and we drink, we feel and we think
Far down the street we stray
I laugh and I cry and I’m haunted by
Things I never meant nor wished to say

with

I’m workin’ my way back home,
I’m workin’ my way back home,
I’m workin’ my way back home, good lord,
On this Gulfport Island Road.

The music is completely different, but there is something about this particular Johnson song that I keep coming back to.  It is the inevitability of needing just to keep on keeping on that binds the two together.

And if you have played the Charlie Patten song, and listened to the unaccompanied section you might just feel a relationship between what happens there and

The moon gives light and shines by night
I scarcely feel the glow
We learn to live and then we forgive
O’er the road we’re bound to go

But musically Bob has left the blues far behind, and he is now most firmly in the world of Crosby et al as the opening chord sequence shows:

C,  E7,  F6, Dm7-5

C,  G11,  C,  G

The old bluesmen wouldn’t know what we were talking about.

Of course we don’t know who it is Dylan plans to be with as the deal goes down, any more than we know who the bluesmen are singing to.  Nor do we know how strongly Bob wants us to link his deal to anyone else’s deal from the past.

Psychology Today’s article titled “I’ll Be With You When the Deal Goes Down” is about emotional pain, although the original meaning of “when the deal goes down” is death – it means the final hand of cards after which you meet your maker or burn in eternal torment in hell.

In an article on the internet one writer puts it, “To sum this up, I think that if you wish to understand what Dylan means when he says in this song: ‘When the deal goes down’ , you simply cannot ignore what Dylan said in the 60 minutes CBS Television interview in 2004 about destiny and about the bargain ,the deal,  he said he made with the Commander in Chief, God.”

Maybe so, as there are the lines

The midnight rain follows the train
We all wear the same thorny crown
Soul to soul, our shadows roll
And I’ll be with you when the deal goes down

And the conclusion

I owe my heart to you, and that’s sayin’ it true
And I’ll be with you when the deal goes down

So is it a latter day religious piece?  Possibly yes, but Bob is as always enigmatic – which of course in his time of preaching he most certainly was not.

Indeed I am always drawn back to that old conundrum.  For all the songs that could mean any one of 100 things, Bob never gives us explanations.  For the songs that were utterly obvious during the “Saved” period, he would give us a ten minute lecture.

I never really got that.  But then with my views upon religion, I guess that’s not surprising.


 

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

 

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Bob Dylan And Edgar Allan Poe: the howl in the songs

 

by Larry Fyffe

The ghostly poetry of Gothic Romanticist Edgar Allan Poe howls in the songs of Bob Dylan, in songs that depict psychological forces demonic and dark in conflict with those godly and light. In the poems of Edgar Allan Poe, there’s often a male individual tormented by memories of a young and innocent female companion gone.

Like Annabella Lee in her sepulchre by the sea, a personal paradise lost that is so traumatic it leads to dreams filled with images of hell:

Ah, dream too bright to last
Ah, starry hope!; that didst arise
But to be overcast ….
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy gray eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams –
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal stream
(Poe: To One In Paradise)

Never more hope for a green and pleasant land. Poe’s personal poetic nightmare artistically reconstructed to one political by the singer/songwriter:

I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head
I dream a monstrous dream
Something came up out of the sea
Swept through the land of
The rich and the free
(Dylan: Cross The Green Mountain)

Poe’s dream of the lovely, lost Lenore is black for sure:

Open here I flung the shutter
When , with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately raven
Of the saintly days of yore ….
Perched, and sat, and nothing more
(Poe: The Raven)

Dylan has dark dream-songs too, ie, of youthful innocence broken:

The wind howls like a hammer
The night wind blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
(Dylan: Love Minus Zero)

The theme again expounded in the poem below:

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of life is o’er
No more – no more – no more ….
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar
(Poe: To One In Paradise)

The alliterative poet couples the dark with the bright, the former usually
overwhelming the latter:

Hear the mellow wedding bells –
Golden bells ….
Hear the tolling of the bells
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their
monody compels
In the silence of the night
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone
(Poe: The Bells)

A melancholy theme likewise of the singer:

As the echo of the wedding bells
before the blowin’ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned
and forsakened
Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly
at stake
(Dylan: Chimes Of Freedom)

But fear not – there’s always one dream that comes true – do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee:

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand –
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep – while I weep
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
(Poe: A Dream Within A Dream)

The theme of death sounded as well by poets John Donne, and William Blake:

I hear the ancient footsteps like
the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn there’s someone
there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the
reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain
of sand
(Dylan: Every Grain Of Sand)

Comes as a surprise that singer/songwriter Bob Dylan wins the Nobel Prize In Literature it should not!

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

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I and I / Bob Dylan – an alternative vision

by Joost Nillissen

The song starts with one of the greatest riddles in the Hebrew Bible. I and I is one of the possible translations of “ehyeh asher ehyeh” (Ex. 3:14). Other translations are: “I am who I am”, “I am I”, “I am who I shall be”.

God speaks to Moses from the burning bush and Moses asks him how he should call him. His people will want to know. And God’s answer is: ehyeh asher ehyeh. The trouble lies in the word ‘asher’ which can mean any number of things depending on the context, but God does not provide a context. A great number of books and essays have been written on this mysterious introduction.

I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honours nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives

 

Well, what can I say, this is God talking. He created heaven and earth, man and beast, honouring no one, for there is no one above him, and forgiving no one, for that’s the kind of God he is. It’s a jealous God. An invisible God.  “For there shall no man see me, and live” (Ex. 33:20).

Been so long since a strange woman slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleep how free must be her dream
In another lifetime she must have owned the world or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams

So we can fairly assume that Dylan was in a Biblical mood when he wrote the song.

He sets the stage with a strange woman in his bed, who might have been faithfully wed once to a righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams. The image this evokes is of King David, who traditionally, but not historically, is credited with writing most of the psalms, but there is a problem:

David was hardly a righteous king. He was a warrior who sent Uriah the Hittite into death on the battlefield so he could marry Bathsheba, Uriah’s beautiful wife. The righteous king must be King Solomon who, like his father David, slept with any number of women and wrote songs.

I think I’ll go out and go for a walk
Not much happening here, nothin’ ever does.
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The imagery is still Biblical in these first two lines. God going for a stroll in the garden in the cool of the day (Gen. 3:8), looking for Adam and Eve who are hiding because they have become aware of their nakedness after eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. We all know what happened next, they were sent East of Eden,  “by the sweat of your brow, you will eat your food; I will greatly multiply your pain in child birth.” How’s that for an unforgiving God?
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Besides, if she wakes up now, she’ll just want me to talk
I got nothin’ to say, ‘specially about whatever was.

 

Slowly Dylan lands on earth, but not quite. He recalls the woman in his bed and doesn’t feel like talking. He’s got nothing to say, especially about the past. That’s God again who hasn’t said a word since his thundering speech from the whirlwind (Job 38-41). From then on it’s prophets only, true or false.

Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don’t win the race
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice’s beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

 

Dylan is on solid ground now and recalls the days when he studied the Bible (an untrodden path) and brought out his last three, very Christian, albums (Slow train coming, Saved, Shot of love). He went looking for some deeper meaning and found a stranger to show him the beautiful face of justice. One of the earliest formulations of justice is the next line, the well known ‘eye for eye’. Again it is from the book of Exodus and it is truly a beautiful concept: one should be punished with measure and in relation to the crime committed.

Outside of two men on a train platform there’s nobody in sight
They’re waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track.
The world could come to end to night, but that’s all right.
She should still be there sleeping when I get back.

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As Dylan continues his walk, a haunting image of two men waiting for a train, or spring, tells him life goes on no matter what, we’re all waiting for something to happen and he realizes that the world could end right now, right here, and there is nothing you can do about it. It’s not in his hands. And if somehow, sometime he does return, she will still be there sleeping. It’s okay.

Noontime, and I am still pushing myself along the road, the darkest part
Into the narrow lanes, I can’t stumble or stay put.
Someone else is speaking with my mouth, but I am only listening to my heart.
I’ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot.

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He’s been walking all day and now reaches the darkest part, the narrow lanes. Perhaps he is thinking of the evangelist who warns us: “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction” (Matthew 7:13), and maybe he remembers Proverbs 4:12 “When you go, your steps shall not be impeded; and when you run, you shall not stumble.”

He realizes that no matter what he sings or says, people will put words in his mouth (exactly what I am doing now), but that’s alright, he’ll only listen to his heart. He doesn’t mind making shoes for everyone, but he chooses to go barefoot, because it is written: … put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground. (Ex. 3:5).


 

Our first review of this song appears here:  I and I: God finds out Dylan thinks He maybe isn’t almighty after all.

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Does it matter if Bob Dylan copies other people’s words and melodies?

By Tony Attwood

When it was suggested that Dylan had lifted descriptions of three novels from summaries available on the internet when making his Nobel speech there were quite a few people who made a bit of a fuss about this.

But of course Dylan and copyright issues are no strangers to each other.  Indeed Dylan has been accused of lifting melodies and lyrics from other people’s work for years and on this site we have often pointed to similarities between Bob’s work and those of others.

I don’t want to run the argument by giving examples about lifting lyrics, chord sequences or melodies; I’m happy to accept it happens.  Indeed I think that for anyone getting involved in the blues, it is inevitable.  The sequence of chords in what we know as the 12 bar blues is used in hundreds of thousands of songs, and no one calls is plagiarism or copying.

If you don’t believe me get someone with a guitar or keyboard to play this sequence:

E, E, E, E

A, A, E, E

B7, A, E, B7

There it is: the classic 12 bar blues.  Bob uses it lots of times.  So I want to ask the question, does such copying of chord sequences, lyrics or melodies matter?

In fact no sooner have I written that question, than I realise that it sub-divides into two questions: does it matter artistically, and does it matter legally?  And as soon as I start plotting my answers I find I need to go down two different routes: that of plagiarism, and that of copyright.

So already I am onto complicated ground, and that is never a clever place to be when talking about one of the creative arts – because in the creative arts there are no absolute judgements to be made.

Bob has explained himself several times with comments along the lines that if a member of his audience had been as much integrated into the music of his youth as Dylan was “You’d have written them [the songs] too. There’s nothing secret about it. You just do it subliminally and unconsciously, because that’s all enough, and that’s all I sang. That was all that was dear to me. They were the only kinds of songs that made sense.”

We also know that Bob entered the world of music in the 1960s having studied earlier folk music, which itself was taken from person to person – one composer re-using and modifying the work of someone who had come before him.  Indeed although I am no Woodie Guthrie expert I believe he too did the same.

So in this sense by being a re-user of old songs is just a continuation of a tradition.  “Masters of War” is based on Nottamun Town – there’s no denying it.  Those of us who have bothered to follow and study Dylan’s career as a composer know it and can see it time and again.

Thinking on this I found myself facing a number of questions.  You might have other questions to ask – and if so, if you have the time and inclination, please do write them down, ask them, and then answer them, and I’ll publish your commentary here.   But meanwhile let me try my approach.

Does it matter artistically if one uses earlier works?

It’s a personal judgement.  I recall when studying art, seeing works by various artists who had clearly copied the works of those who had gone before – but had then added something new.  And I remember the comparison with science – each new scientific discovery adds something new to the science of the past.  Occasionally there is someone or something utterly new, but it is rare.  Newton and Einstein in science.  Michelangelo in so many of the arts.

If art is seen in the same way as science, then the judgement is plain – if you are adding something new, then no, it doesn’t matter what you use to build your new masterpiece.

Let’s try an idea.

Supposing I write a piece of which the first line is “You’ve got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend” but which then travels off to a different conclusion and ends

I wish that for just one time I could stand inside your shoes
And just for that one moment you’d have my views
Yes, I wish that for just one time I could stand inside your shoes
I’d know why it is you always sing the blues

I’m trying (in a very trivial way because I haven’t worked on such a piece) to turn the work upside and reverse the proposition – that the singer wants to know what it is like to be the other person, rather than wishing the “other” could see himself through other people’s eyes.

Is that plagiarism?  It’s a trivial notion but it shows the problems we have.  In most arts, taking one artist’s vision and moving it on a step is not plagiarism.  And I think much of the time this is exactly what Dylan has done.  Nottamun Town is about a world not making sense.  Masters of War also has a world not making sense, but this time we know why it doesn’t make sense.  Because the munitions corporations have been allowed to flourish.

But all that is artistic flim flam.  It is still illegal.

This is where the plagiarism comes in, because plagiarism has nothing to do with illegality, but everything to do with being dishonest.  Normally the people who get worked up about it are academics; it is passing someone else’s work off as your own.

So Bob claims “Masters of War” is his, and doesn’t add “Music: traditional”.  There’s nothing illegal about using a very old English folk tune, but if Bob had wanted to exclude any plagiarism claim he’d have made himself clearer.

If I were to write a doctorate on Bob Dylan and wrote up an idea about how Dylan composed, which I had seen in a book on Dylan, and added no acknowledgement that the idea had come from another person’s book then yes, that would be plagiarism.

But it would not be copyright infringement because with just a few exceptions in most countries you can’t copyright ideas.   However there is still an element of dishonesty here – if one let’s people assume that this is one’s own idea when it is anything but.  

The trouble is, having been involved in writing approaching 500 articles on Bob Dylan I can’t actually remember where a lot of the ideas came from.  In fact I recently read a note about a Dylan song in Wikipedia and thought, “that’s worth quoting” and then looked at the source and found it was… me.  I’d forgotten I’d said it.  But at least I didn’t think it was rubbish when I read it again.

Copyright is different

Plagiarism is generally a matter for academics – especially when it comes to marking essays and theses.   Copyright is a matter for the courts.  Each country has its own copyright law, and often it is quite convoluted.   Because I have written a lot I know a fair bit about the copyright laws of the UK, and of the European Union, and have actually been to court to protect my copyright.  All sorts of things can be protected by copyright law – all the way from headlines on a website, and a database of names and addresses.

A five note jingle could be copyright.  So can a catch phrase. So can a radio programme.  But what we have to remember is that copyright has nothing to do with ideas – it covers the actual words used.  If it is ideas you want to protect then maybe you need a patent.  Or you need to return to the issue of plagiarism.

Breach of musical copyright

One of the most famous examples of a song found to be breaking a copyright was, “My Sweet Lord” by George Harrison in 1970 which sounded rather like “He’s So Fine,” recorded in 1963 by the Chiffons.  The owners of “He’s so fine” sued citing multiple similarities.

The judge said, “it is perfectly obvious to the listener that in musical terms, the two songs are virtually identical.”  Now I didn’t find that comment by looking up the legal judgement – I copied it from another site that commented on the trial.  Breach of copyright?  I suspect not because it was a report of an actual event.

In its article on plagiarism Wikipedia says, “In 2012, when Bob Dylan was questioned over his alleged plagiarism of others music he responded, “It’s an old thing – it’s part of the tradition. It goes way back”.    Princeton University professor of American history Sean Wilentz defended Dylan’s appropriation of music stating “crediting bits and pieces of another’s work is scholarly tradition, not an artistic tradition”.  In 1998, B.B. King stated on the issue vis a vis music, “I don’t think anybody steals anything; all of us borrow.”

But there is another side to this.  I found this story when doing research for this piece.

In the early ’90s, he [Dylan] sued Hootie and the Blowfish because of lyrics used in their hit song ‘Only Wanna Be With You.’

“Rucker admits that it’s doubtful Dylan knew anything about the lawsuit. During an interview with the Dan Patrick Show, he said the singer’s management was aware of their use of lyrics from ‘Idiot Wind’ and had no problem with it. Once the song became a hit, they objected, and Hootie was forced to pay up handsomely.”

The lyrics in question were: “Said I shot a man named Gray / Took his wife to Italy / She inherited a million bucks / And when she died it came to me / I can’t help it if I’m lucky.”

There was also a claim made against Dylan’s work, “Dignity” which apparently was lost.  Brief details of that and other cases can be found here.

So let’s come back to the opening question: supposing Bob did use a precis of the famous novels that he says influenced his work through the years, quoting someone else’s work that he found on the internet – what then?

Here are the questions I am left with, and the very personal answers I find.

1:  Was Bob morally wrong to do it?   For me, I don’t really see it as a moral issue – but it would have been polite to have mentioned the sources.   Supposing one of those story summaries had been written by me – I would have been so honoured to have had Bob say, “here’s a summary from some English guy I’ve never heard of called Tony Attwood.”  I wouldn’t want any money – I’d dine off that for the rest of my life.

2: Was Bob breaking the law?   I can’t speak for US law, but if it were a work created in the UK then probably he was breaking the UK Copyright Act 1988.

3: So how much could be he sued for?   I am not a lawyer, but when I have protected my copyrights over the years the question for the court has always been, “what is your loss?”  So there is not some arbitrary punishment, but instead there is the question of how much I could have made from that copyright if the guilty party had actually paid.  It’s fairly easy to work out.  So I claim that, and all the court costs.

4: If he’d quoted me, would I have sued?  No, I think not.  Instead I would have given interviews and built a web site that said, “It was me that Bob quoted when he did his Nobel Prize speech.”  I would hopefully have got a few nice meals and a couple of free drinks at after dinner speeches out of that.  And I’d have changed the front page of this web site so that it said, “As quoted by Bob himself in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech,” in very large letters.

5: What about the lyrics we quote when reviewing songs on this site?     Regarding the lyrics, mostly we quote extracts from songs rather than the whole songs, and any full length quotes from songs that are on the site I am going back and removing.  If you spot one that is left, tell me and I’ll change it.  Extracts are normally allowable and since BobDylan.com has all the lyrics on line, that suggests they are recognising reality, that song lyrics are effectively freely exchanged.

6:  What about the links we put up to videos of Dylan performing live?   As far as I can see there is nothing in law prohibiting the filming of a performance.  The management of the theatre might say the sale of the ticket does not allow for this, but that is their rule, not a legal requirement.  Recordings of songs released on CD or LP are different – they are protected.  I try to remove any of these which are on the site.   But if the recording has not been released I don’t think it is a copyright infringement as long as we are not charging anyone to hear or watch.

So there we are: I’m trying to be consistent, although probably failing.  And Bob?  Well, as Hootie and the Blowfish found, Bob’s management will protect his copyright, as they are entitled to do in law.  But I doubt Bob even knew it was happening.

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

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Bob Dylan And Samuel Coleridge (Part ll)

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Bob Dylan And Samuel Coleridge (Part ll) (or maybe III)

(Part one appears as The Land Of Milk And Honey: Bob Dylan And Samuel Coleridge   while part II (ish) is published under  Bob Dylan And Henry Timrod: The Country Coleridge Rambles)

By Larry Fyffe

In many of his songs, Bob Dylan expresses the theme put forth by the Romantic Transcendentalist poets, ie, that Nature provides comfort and solace to mankind. But he holds on to that creed only by his fingertips. A go-between be necessary for Dylan, a female Muse to show him the way to Nature’s pleasant bower whatever the season:

If not for you
Winter would have no spring
Couldn’t hear the robin sing
I just wouldn’t have a clue
Anyway it wouldn’t ring true
If not for you
(Bob Dylan: If Not For You)

The blissful Transcendentalist view, presented in the verse below, that is preached by Romantic poet Samuel Coleridge, Dylan modifies to an extent:

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greeness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree
(Samuel Coleridge: Frost At Midnight)

Joyous as the apples of summer seems every season only if accompanied by a loving and lovely female, sings Dylan:

Winterlude, Winterlude, my little apple
Winterlude by the corn in the field
Winterlude let’s go down to the chapel
Then come back and cook up a meal
We’ll come out when the skating rink glistens
By the sun near the old crossroads sign
(Bob Dylan: Winterlude)

Beware, beware, Nature is transcendental; it’s above and beyond Man; certainly, it’s more than just a mirror that reflects one’s emotional state. So says the Christian poet Samuel Coleridge who is filled with the thought that all of Nature is God’s creation, referencing the authority of the Holy Bible:

For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise
(Coleridge: Kubla Khan)

Bob Dylan, referring to the Bible too, feels spiritually malnourished due to the materialistic greed exhibited in American society, and the depression that it brings:

It’s undeniable what they’d have you to think
It’s indescribable, it can drive you to drink
They said it was the land of milk and honey
(Dylan: Unbelievable)

Coleridge will have none of it:

A melancholy bird? Oh, idle thought
In Nature there is nothing melancholy
(Coleridge: The Nightingale)

Bob Dylan chides the Transcendentalist poet for being too happy, given the
sad state of modern society:

Well, my sense of humanity is going down the drain
Behind everything, there’s some kind of pain
(Dylan: Not Dark Yet)

Another Romantic poet, though inclined to melancholia himself, sides with Coleridge:

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
…. thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless
Singest of summer in full-throated ease
(John Keats: Ode To A Nightingale)

Perhaps due to drug-induced dreams, Coleridge turns somewhat away from the Romantic theme of joyful Nature to images more gloomy that suggest emotions dark and demonic:

Sir Leoline, the Baron rich
Hath a toothless mastiff bitch
From her kennel beneath the rock
She maketh answer to the clock …….
His heart was cleft with pain and rage
His cheeks they quivered, his eyes were wild
(Coleridge: Christabel)

Coleridge’s difficult-to-interpret narrative Gothic poems appeal more to Dylan, given his attitude toward human nature, ie, that it has, like the moon, a dark side:

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels?
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye, he just grows it
(Dylan: Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window)

Dylan turns down the overly bright light of the Transcendentalist outlook as Coleridge himself does, ie in the poem ‘The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner’ one of Nature’s spirited and beautiful creatures is thoughtlessly dispensed with.

Yes, Dylan clings on to Romantic sentiment, but has no intention of wearing an albatross around his neck:

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see for me if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds
(Dylan: Girl From The North Country)

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

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Bob Dylan’s “My Back Pages”. He was so much older then.

By Joost Nillissen

Now that I am about to enter a new phase of my life, I look for a song to ease the passage into retirement. Rather morbidly I thought Tombstone Blues might be appropriate

I wish I could write you a melody so plain

that could hold you, dear lady, from going insane,

that could ease and cool you and ease the pain

of you useless and pointless knowledge

Then I heard a beautiful rendering of My Back Pages of his 1964 album, aptly titled Another side of Bob Dylan. Dylan was 23 years old at the time, this was his fourth album and he had already written Blowing in the wind, A hard rain is gonna fall, Don’t think twice it’s alright and The times they are a changing. One year later he would write Like a rolling stone.

The hardest or least accessible song on this album is My back pages. Most Dylan songs make sense to me in a poetic way, even though they may be enigmatic and hard to follow, but this one is almost beyond grasp. The refrain is almost a gimmick, a brilliant thought: I was so much older then, I am younger than that now. On the album he released eight months earlier he had the audacity to warn the Masters of War that he would “Stand over their grave to make sure that you’re dead”. He was much older then than the rest of his contemporaries. How young could he have been, writing My Back Pages in 1964? At the age of 23.

There is heat in the first verse when he tells of the crimson flames tied through his ears. Is it the fever of youth? He is setting out for more discoveries of what life is all about, learning on the way, avoiding traps on flaming roads and using his own ideas as a map.

Hot and sweaty, but proud, he meets someone and says: we’ll meet on edges soon. As so often in his songs, Dylan is leaving, changing direction, following another path. But he was so much older then. He’s younger then that now.

In the second verse prejudice leaps forth and causes him to scream: “Rip down all hate”, and a voice in his skull tells a lie: in life everything is black and white. He’d rather dream romantic dreams of musketeers. He was so much older then…

The path forward in so many young men’s lives are often demarcated by faces of pretty girls. But rejections and regret lead you to think useless thoughts and you find yourself memorizing politics of ancient history. He was so much older then…

On the move he listens to self-ordained professors who foolishly claim that liberty is just a quality in school. At first he is impressed and solemnly says the word “Equality” as if a wedding vow. But he was so much older then…

He is still on the road, learning as he goes. It’s a struggle and like a soldier he aims his hand at mongrel dogs who teach. He is not afraid to contradict himself when he starts speaking. On his travels he even follows boats who confuse him because there is mutiny from stern to bow. He was so much older then…

And then at last he makes his stand when abstract threats deceived him into thinking he had something to protect. He finally realizes it all comes down to good and bad, quite clear, no doubt somehow. But then again… he was so much older then, he is younger then that now.

So as I step into third age I can hear the echo of these lines, I recognize the road travelled, the wisdom gained, the useless and pointless knowledge. I am younger then that now, even though I am much older then I once was.

There are a few memorable performances by Dylan of My Back Pages. They’re all different, have all a different urgency. At his 30th-anniversary-concert in 1992 he joins Roger McQuinn, Neil Young, Tom Petty, Eric Clapton and George Harrison on stage to perform this incredible song. Dylan stands back, strumming his guitar, aloof, unsmiling, focused, may be insecure. There are eight guitar players on stage. It is awesome. Each one of them sings one verse and Roger, Tom, Eric and even George are in awe of the lyrics. Only Neil has tremendous, electrifying fun. https://www.theguardian.com/music/video/2014/feb/12/bob-dylan-performs-my-back-pages-30th-anniversary-concert-video

The are plenty of performances easily found on YouTube if you’re interested, but this is one of my favorites. Wait for 5:00 when he picks up his harp and does a heartbreaking duet with the violinist.

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

 

What is on the site

1: Over 400 reviews of Dylan songs.  There is an index to these in alphabetical order on the home page, and an index to the songs in the order they were written in the Chronology Pages.

2: The Chronology.  We’ve taken all the songs we can find recordings of and put them in the order they were written (as far as possible) not in the order they appeared on albums.  The chronology is more or less complete and is now linked to all the reviews on the site.  We have also recently started to produce overviews of Dylan’s work year by year.     The index to the chronologies is here.

3: Bob Dylan’s themes.  We publish a wide range of articles about Bob Dylan and his compositions.  There is an index here.  A second index lists the articles under the poets and poetic themes cited – you can find that here.

4:   The Discussion Group    We now have a discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook.  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

5:  Bob Dylan’s creativity.   We’re fascinated in taking the study of Dylan’s creative approach further.  The index is in Dylan’s Creativity.

6: You might also like: A classification of Bob Dylan’s songs and partial Index to Dylan’s Best Opening Lines

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