Friday, January 19, 2024

Owed To Bob

Dear fellow fans of Bob,
My tribute to the man (linked bellow), ‘Owed To Bob’, was recorded entirely on my iPhone and mixed in Logic. What's more, all the songs were recorded in that place where singing always sounds best, the shower. While I am currently working on a bunch of new original and cover songs in the studio, including some more Bob, there is something about being at home and completely at ease that can bring out a certain type of performance that is genuine and unforced. Although high end mics and studio approaches are great, ultimately the performance, capturing a feel and a moment in time, is essential. 
Thanks for listening! 



Wednesday, May 31, 2023

Bob Birthday Tribute in Toronto

Just over a week ago I played a little Bob birthday tribute gig with my friend Mike Ford at the Sidekick cafe in Toronto, Canada.

Please check out a few excerpts below and follow my Instagram for more music to come!

Cheers!

Noah


https://www.instagram.com/p/Cs7cjuKN2FI/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==





Wednesday, December 7, 2022

In anticipation of Bootlegs Volume 17

"Time Out of Mind" was a life altering event for me. The day after my 19th birthday (April 28, 1996) I saw my first Dylan concert at a relatively small venue in Toronto, The Masonic Temple, where he played tribute to the recently deceased Jerry Garcia. I was just getting into folky and acoustic based music, and was deep into the first three Dylan albums. The first time I heard "Lovesick", blasting on the stereo in the back seat of my brother's car, it blew my mind. I quickly recognised the entire album as a masterpiece. Every song on the album was excellent, with the possible exception of "Make You Feel My Love", which was perhaps a bit too saccharin and also had the dubious distinction of having already been a hit for supremely uncool New Country star Garth Brooks. Dylan's cool factor, on the other hand, went through the roof for me. He was eminently and majestically relevant again. His lyrics, darker than ever and highly potent, resonated with my own experiences of rejection and frustration in relationships. Seeing Dylan touring for "Time Out Of Mind", at the top of his game, was one of the peak concert experiences of my lifetime. His delivery was so dry and understated, his voice better than ever, never phrasing the way it is on the album, and therefore providing an authentic and unique experience. All of this steeped in the context of the rich swampy and earthy sound of his band. Peak Bob. Seeing him still playing guitar on every track, and watching his hands closely to be sure that it was in fact him playing those sick licks and fills, and not one of his bandmates. I saw him several times in Toronto over the period from 1998 to 2001. In my memory he played the songs off "Time Out Of Mind", but when I looked back at the setlists he didn’t play all that many, during the Toronto shows at least. By 2001 he played many songs off “Love and Theft” and nothing off “Time Out of Mind” at his Toronto show. But what he did do was to make all of his other songs sound as wicked and awesome as his new songs. It was a game to try and figure out what song he was playing from the intro, and sometimes it would take a few verses to figure it out, or you’d find out later it was some obscure cover. Here is one highlight from this era:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRy1UOjcz8E

While previously, listening to Dylan’s early output felt like looking at the light from a supernova, that had been traveling through time and space, with the event itself having occurred in the remote past. With this new turning point in Dylan history I was actually living through it in real time, seeing it live and being on the scene. It felt momentous when Dylan and Lanois won the Grammy for best album (well deserved) that year, and seeing the infamous “Soybomb” protest live on TV.

 

The release of Bootlegs volume 17 is well timed to coincide with the 25th anniversary of the original release. What follows is a quick rundown of what we can expect based on the tracklist. Disc 5 is just a compilation of the outtake material that was previously released on “Tell Tale Signs”. Disc 2 and 3 are weird because they appear to contain some songs that are also on disc 5, such as two takes of “Can’t wait”, two takes of “Mississippi”, two takes of “Red River Shore”, “Marchin’ to the City” and “Dreamin’ of you”. Why include all these songs twice, especially considering we’ve heard these versions before?

 New alternate takes (and only one outtake L) include “The Water is Wide”, two alternate takes of “Love Sick”, two alternate takes of “Till I fell In Love With You”, two alternate takes of “Not Dark Yet”, two alternate takes of “Dirt Road Blues”, two alternate takes of “Standing in The Doorway”, two alternate takes of “Trying to Get To Heaven”, one alternate take of “Make You Feel My Love”, one alternate take of “Cold Irons Bound” and one alternate take of “Highlands”. This means there are alternate takes of every song on the album except for “Million Miles”. I’m guessing they nailed that one on the first take.

             While the alternate takes are interesting, because they can tell you something about process and the birth of these songs, I’m more excited for disc 1 and 4. Disc 4 includes live versions of every song on the album, plus “Mississippi”. All of these versions were recorded at various international venues between 1998 and 2001. Dylan does not release enough of his live material, and is sitting on a mother load of recordings that could easily provide material for another 17 Bootleg box sets. This disc is a good start.

             Disc one is by far the most exciting. Instead of putting out a boring remaster, the album has been re-mixed and stripped down to be more similar to what the original recording sounded like before Daniel Lanois added all his swampy effects. The difference between remix and remaster is everything. While mastering is important and can make a big difference to the overall sound, in my experience it is often difficult to hear the difference of a “remastered” album compared to the original, especially if it was mastered well the first time. Maybe these kind of subtle differences can be noticeable on a really high end stereo. A new mix of an album is a different story. Although the recorded tracks are all the same, all the ways that each individual track gets processed digitally including compression, reverb, delay, panning and levels are now in play and therefore should lead to a unique re-interpretation of the album. 

I will leave you with this video explaining that time in some sense does not actually exist, although it is unlikely that you can get it out of your mind

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdL8CudJTcs

Saturday, October 17, 2020

Rough and Rowdy Ways review


     Rough and Rowdy Ways is bold and satisfying. Better, by my estimation than the last three albums of original material, Tempest, Together Through Life and Modern Times. Although these were all great albums, they didn’t push the limits and defy expectations the way Time Out of Mind and “Love and Theft” did. Rough and Rowdy Ways does push the limits in that way. It carves new territory lyrically and stylistically, and redeploys the bag of tricks that Bob has been working with since his re-invention at the end of the last millennium in interesting ways. One of the ways that this album defies expectations is by existing. I wasn’t sure if he had it in him, and I am pleasantly surprised. The album opener, I Contain Multitudes, perfectly sets the scene for an album that contains just that. As the song says, “Everything’s flowing all at the same time”, tying in many of the themes that Bob has been developing in his output of the last two decades: religion, violence, mortality, the bright and dark spots of American history. Just like in the song My Own Version of You, he is mixing in his cauldron all of these distinct strains that he has been developing and crafting over the years to produce a unique brew. Sonically this is also the case, with various songs sounding like they could fit in on each of his last 5 albums of original songs. Crossing the RubiconTime Out of Mind; I’ve Made Up My Mind to Give Myself to You - Modern Times; False ProphetsTogether Through Life; Goodbye Jimmy ReedTempest; I contain MultitudesShadows in The Night. In this sense, the album is like a bookend, a swan song that summarises and ties together material from this whole era, but hopefully it can also be the first in a new trilogy.

 

Religious themes dominate more so than on any album since his Christian phase (and his Christmas album of course), in particular on the song Goodbye Jimmy Reed, which opens with a setting on a street named after a saint “where the Jews and the Catholics and the Muslims all pray”. Although the protagonist seems to have a bone to pick with Protestants for some reason. Many of the characters in his songs come across as god fearing men, such as the lead in My Own Version of You who talks about “the immortal spirit” that “creeps in your body the day you are born”. If these characters are meant to be anti-heroes, which often seems the case as they threaten to make your wife a widow, stick a knife between your ribs or hack off your arm with a sword, this could be seen as an attack on shallow proclamations of religiosity, or an attack on religion itself, which fails to alter the true nature of man. In the song, our protagonist makes an attack on Karl Marx and Sigmond Freud, who are “some of the best known enemies of mankind” and are being subjected to the “rawhide lash to rip the skin from their backs”. It is unclear whether the one strike of lighting and the blast of electricity that he requires to bring his Frankenstein to life can be seen through a Judeo-Christian lens, but something tells me this character has a dark side to him that he has chimerized with some pseudo-spiritual symbolism out of his desperate and doomed efforts to achieve immortality. The fact that his characters are multi-faceted and subject to boundless interpretation causes them to pulse with life like a painting by a great cubist master. They draw you in, but they also secrete enough venom to keep you at a distance.

 

I have discussed my feelings about Dylan’s religiosity in previous posts. Although he has always included biblical themes and mythology in his songs, this alone does not attest to the nature of his religious faith, and while many seem to conclude based on various shreds of lyrics that he is still religious at root, I believe it is an open question whether he has recovered from his Christian period or if he, on some level, is still a ‘believer’. I like the fact that this is an open question, because it creates tension that can potentially come to resolution, although unlikely as the man prefers to keep an air of mystery, which can only further bolster his legendary status and his legacy. Of course his songs are generally sung from the perspective of varied protagonists, and although some autobiographical elements are present, it is impossible to separate them out from the fictional characters, who are liable to have varied takes on the natural and the supernatural world. It is also plausible that all the various shards represent some aspect of the character of the artist. Regardless, the opacity is intentional, as it spurs continued speculation, conversation, analysis and interest.

 

The songs on this album are long and develop slowly, giving them breadth and depth. They are simultaneously open ended, offering kaleidoscopic angles of interpretation, while also being blunt and definitive. Whatever a given song maintains, it also maintains its opposite. Wisdom and wickedness; Grandiosity and the mundane; Beauty and death; Love and resentment; The mysterious and the obvious; The sacred and the real. Multitudes indeed. Just like My Own Version of You, which is literally a song about Frankenstein, the songs are themselves Frankenstein’s, where contradictory or diametric opposites are stitched together and the resulting fusions are left to their own fate, for better or worse. In Key West he practically acknowledges this: “I play both sides against the middle”. As mentioned above, this contributes to the power, tension and mystery of these songs, and their ability to spur endless analysis. By tying conflicting threads together in the same song he effectively confounds interpretation from all angles and simulates some of the mental conflicts and cognitive dissonance that many of us are, or should be dealing with in this modern and troubling time. 

 

Similarly to how he assembles the body parts of a lost love, Dylan has concocted a Frankenstein of his previous styles, voices, production techniques and lyrical turns. Most clearly, he is putting into action some of the things he learned during the recording of the Sinatra trilogy. A holistic technique of microphone placement was used on these albums to capture a very intimate live feel, and this feel is evident on many of the songs on this album. Also, his voice sounds really delicate and near, just like it did on those cover albums. This comes through best on the track I’ve Made Up My Mind to Give Myself to You. At times his vocal comes through like a whispered yell, his vocal chords right on the edge and close to snapping, with just a little bit of gravel for effect. This approach helps to propel the yearning and tenderness invoked by the lyrics and the musical accompaniment. On Rubicon and Jimmy Reed his vocal sounds like vintage Bob from the Time out of Mind period, which is my favourite period for his voice. It sounds like they used a similar swampy reverb effect that was used to great effect on songs like Love Sick and Dirt Road Blues. In My Own Version of You and Rubicon he uses a vocal delivery technique that he often employs live, which at first seemed hokey, but now I must admit is endearing to me, especially when employed tastefully (and not overdone). It’s a weird effect where he spits out the lyrics in a pulsing and heaving manner, an approach that perhaps borrows from the harmonica.

 

Lyrically Rough and Rowdy Ways is complex, which means these songs will open up like a nice bottle of red wine or whisky. The experience of decoding and dissecting Dylan’s masterful lyrics is a process that requires multiple listens, with each one you are drawn deeper into the songs and the characters. This was the process that I enjoyed so much on what I consider to be his best album, “Love and Theft”. Some of the lyrical turns in the song Crossing the Rubicon grab you and viscerally pull you across the rubicon; “I turned the key and broke it off.. and crossed the rubicon”. The first time I listened to the song I thought I heard the key breaking off. The album contains some truly provocative and unexpected lyrics, not the least of which is this line from the final verse of the song Black Rider: “Black rider, black rider, hold it right there, the size of your cock will get you nowhere”. To me it sounds like he says “cockle”, as in cockles and muscles (?). Or maybe he is meaning to refer to the protagonist having been cuckolded, which also happens in the song. But this is clarified by the official lyrics. So far, exactly what those lines imply in the context of the song eludes me. Following after the darkness/starkness of Rubicon, Key West feels like you’ve reached an oasis after traversing a barren wasteland. After a while Key West feels like a desert itself, as Dylan reminds us that retiring to a beautiful paradise is itself a kind of curse. Although I appreciated the importance of the album closer, Murder Most Foul, right away, it took a while for the song to really get under my skin, and now it brings me nearly to tears.

At this stage in his career, to produce an album that sounds this beautiful, and is fresh and unique and just as challenging as any of his previous output, is a great accomplishment. Having reached such an advanced level in his song writing and recording craft, having perfected his recipe such, it will be painful for the myriad of fans to eventually lose the thread, as is inevitable. However, Bob has always been full of surprises and I trust that he has left us more gems that will be unearthed and exposed even posthumously. Maybe one day we’ll be watching a hologram of Bob on stage in Vegas, or at the Dylan archives in Tulsa.

 

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

I’m a convert (sort of)


Of all of Dylan’s phases, his Christian period has always baffled me. As a non-practising Jew, a fervent atheist, and an evolutionary biologist, religion is antithetic to my entire being. And yet, here is my #1 role model shouting the praises of Jesus Christ, the saviour of the earth. My only possible consolation lay in the possibility of separating the message from the music, and appreciating based on song-crafting and/or performance alone. From the album versions this is quite difficult, because the performances are just not great. As it happens I have learned to appreciate how good some of these songs are from cover versions, like this incredible version of “Covenant Woman”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jL6Nqk7oT10; Or this version of “I Believe in You”, by Cat Power: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOgonNheAck. This phenomenon is similar (in some ways) to the story of the Leonard Cohen song “Hallelujah”, which languished in obscurity as an understated recording, on an underappreciated album from the mid 80’s, for many years before it was discovered and exhumed famously by Jeff Buckley.

In anticipation of the Bootleg volume 13, I really hoped that it would be enough to convince me of the value of this material, that it would be good. I can honestly say it comes through on its promise and then some. The review on NPR is correct in the following:

             “Those who've only done a cursory dip into the studio recordings and found them staid and at times sanctimonious are in for a revisionist history jolt”

In short, the release is a revelation. The live versions of these songs are incredible. Pretty much every song on Bob’s Christian trilogy is represented here by at least one live version that is way better than the studio versions. Even songs that I thought were just terrible, like “in the Summertime” off shot of love, are beautifully resurrected here (track 13 on disc 2). The version of “The Groom’s Still Waiting at the Altar” with Santana playing Mike Bloomfield-style blues riffs is sublime. Many of the live versions are completely different arrangements from the album versions, with these road-worn versions invariably a huge improvement, for example the soundcheck of “Do Right To Me Baby” on disc 3. His vocals are strong, and at moments his voice sounds like it did at earlier stages of his career, a pleasant surprise. For example, the song “Help Me Understand” sounds like something off the Basement Tapes. Also, his vocal on the cover of “Rise Again” sounds Desire-era Dylan.

The important issue of religiosity remains. To gain some insight on this I refer to the review on NPR, as follows:

“He recognized what the masters of gospel and blues all understood: That the chapters and the verses are not nearly as important as the conviction underneath. If you want people to appreciate and maybe even resonate with your truths, it helps to frame them within an urgent, intense musical context. To put people in touch with the consuming fury of the conversion moment, you need the sound of fire and brimstone.”

What this implies, and which I tend to agree, is that his Christian period is essentially an act, an artistic statement, and that Dylan the man must be considered separately from Dylan the performer. This raises questions of authenticity, and reminds me of a conversation about gangster rappers, whose authenticity is dependent on the verity of their rapping personas. Of course, the members of The Wu-Tang clan, who are all millionaires living in mansions, are not running around chopping people’s heads off. Concerning Dylan’s authenticity, I don’t doubt that he was experimenting with a certain mindset, a certain religiosity, which he is totally free to do. We may never completely understand the true nature of Dylan’s spiritual conversion and continuing spiritual evolution. It is something over which we could forever speculate, however that remains his personal matter, and as one listens to the recordings on Bootlegs vol. 13 it becomes less and less important, as the simple fact that these are great songs and performances comes into focus. Dylan dove deep into his gospel persona with great courage and conviction, and created something truly unique and fascinating.

Having been converted to Dylan’s Christian material, primarily due to the quality of the live versions, the next step for me is to accept the message, at least on some level. Of course there is a wide range of material here, it is not all deeply religious, and most of the messages or aspects of the messages can be assimilated easily. Despite my aversion to religious cults of any kind, I am compelled to give the not so easily digested messages their due course. Although still early, it has already had a transformative effect on me, and brought me to a deeper understanding of a phenomenon that I find completely baffling. Although it is VERY unlikely that I will come to a true conversion moment, I have gone through a simulation of this moment in my mind. This has helped me to gain a deeper understanding, and a feeling of acceptance and forgiveness.

The timing of this release seems to make sense, since we are currently living in Donald Trump’s world, which doesn’t make sense. My feelings about religion have come to a head in this climate, and I blame right wing religiosity for the rock solid support behind this buffoon. When the amount of people in the world who insist that 2 plus 2 equals 5 is significant enough, in moments of weakness I almost start to think that I’m the one that is crazy. Listening to these songs and their message is helping me to cope and to understand what it is that I might be missing. Despite being non-religious, I acknowledge that I am a spiritual being. The need for things to NOT add up, for there to be deep mystery in life, for questions to remain open ended, unanswered and unanswerable can be a frustrating part of what it means to be human. From another perspective it can be what allows us to develop and maintain a sense of wonder and excitement about the world. Equally strong is the human need to have certainty when there is none.