BOB LOB LOG
Friday, January 19, 2024
Owed To Bob
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
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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
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Rough and Rowdy Ways review
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.