Odds & Ends ...11:25 pm
Same ol’ same ol’: In Britain, a real estate investment firm named Brixton issued a report which quotes a verse from Bob Dylan’s All Along the Watchtower to illustrate how tough the commercial property market is at the moment.
“The apocalyptic opening lines of Bob Dylan’s ‘All Along the Watchtower’ seem to capture the beleaguered mindset of the UK commercial real estate market:
‘There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth’”[...]
“There is no real depth of evidence of willing buyers and sellers – the RICS Valuation Standards’ assumption. Financing remains difficult and sellers are reluctant to crystallise lower prices.
“If the ‘thieves’ are the funded or equity based opportunist buyers and the ‘jokers’ are the owners who won’t sell, there is no ‘way out’ of this impasse – yet.”
OK. But that doesn’t really warrant much comment. I think we’re fast reaching the point where inserting a quote of Dylan’s is no more remarkable than inserting a quote from Shakespeare. What’s worthy of comment, to me, is instead this bit of editorializing on the story from the Guardian:
Few bosses make reference to the lyrics of popular songs in their comments, despite many of them being members of what might be described as the rock’n'roll generation. Choosing Dylan, who is known for his antipathy to big business, is therefore a radical departure for the head of a FTSE 250 business.
Bob Dylan is known for his antipathy to big business?!? Tell that to certain fans who have started referring to “Dylan, Inc.” to characterize the very large number of commercial offerings and ventures that bear his name these days. From the many ways in which his music is packaged and sold, to all those limited edition “Drawn Blank” prints and his recent deal with Hohner, Dylan has enough fingers poking into enough pies to inspire envy from the board of, oh, say, Halliburton (or insert your own demonic symbol of devouring capitalism here). And the offhand way in which the writer above refers to Dylan’s supposed hostility to big business is even more mind-boggling when you remember that Bob has been involved in not just one but two high profile advertising campaigns in recent years: for Victoria’s Secret and for Cadillac. It just goes to show that it doesn’t matter what he does — to some Bob Dylan will always represent what they want him to represent, and nothing more.
On a somewhat similar note, there are these lines from a review of Dylan’s recent show in Connecticut:
Opening with the vintage “Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat,” Dylan’s poetic lyrics shined on the landmark 1963 protest song “The Times They Are A-Changin” that can rival anything by Woody Guthrie or Pete Seeger.
For only about the trillionth time: Can anybody tell me what is being protested by The Times They Are A-Changin’? And in the forty-five odd years that Dylan has been singing it, have we made much progress in overcoming whatever the “it” is that is being protested against? Is “the slow one” now fast; is “the first one” now last? Or is it at least getting close? I’d sure appreciate some enlightenment.
It reminds me that in the wake of Dylan’s show last week in Brooklyn, a number of reviewers remarked on his performance of both Masters Of War and John Brown, to the effect that he was commenting on the times and aiming these songs at the presumably sympathetic and anti-war New York audience. Well, I think that anyone who follows Dylan’s set lists knows that the only thing we can tell for sure is that Dylan plays whatever the heck he likes, whether he’s playing some theater in Croatia or a sports arena in Ohio. He doesn’t seem to alter the tunes to suit the audience. And those two songs are songs he likes to play. A look back at when he’s played them will reveal that he sings them in times of war and in times of what some people call peace; during times when the United States is governed by evil murderin’ Republicans and during times when the United States is governed by saintly, peace-loving Democrats. And I’ve written about the various things that I think are going on in the song John Brown on another occasion. As for Masters Of War: Dylan himself has famously said it has nothing to with being anti-war as such, and you can make of all that what you will (that whole argument has been covered too often here, although I do like this story on the subject).
Anyhow, in the case of these continuing mainstream media characterizations of Bob Dylan as a raging anti-war, big-business-hating, anti-establishment ne’er do well, it’s a situation where the times could certainly use some changin’, but, as usual, we are best advised not to hold our breath.
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Speaking of harmonicas, don’t miss the quite funny and to-the-point exclusive interview with Dylan on the Hohner website.
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Election note: The Saddleback forum on Saturday night was clearly a huge event in the framing of this presidential election — bigger than most people anticipated. In particular, McCain’s performance gave many in the conservative base reasons to want to go out and vote for him, rather than just going out and voting against the Democratic party’s nominee. One of the defining questions was on abortion, and Obama’s answer, saying that when a baby obtains human rights was “above my pay grade”, has inspired an avalanche of bad reviews. See Wizbang’s dissection, see Keith Pavlischek’s pithy response; or listen to Mark Hemingway speaking for millions at the Corner:
That spectacularly inept metaphor is going to haunt Obama throughout the rest of the campaign. News flash: There’s not a job on the planet above the pay grade of the President of the United States. If you can’t solve every problem and are humble about it, that’s fine — but you can’t get away with being unsure about the most defining moral issue in politics.
There are ways to evade answering Rick Warren’s question about when human life begins. Other Democrats do evade it, more artfully if not any more honestly. But there is nothing artful about saying it is “above my pay grade,” and such a lousy answer provides additional evidence as to why Obama may be very justifiably nervous about debating John McCain.
No sooner, however, had this groundswell of pro-McCain feeling erupted from the “Christian-right” base than his campaign started putting out feelers about how he might pick a pro-choice VP. At the time of writing, it looks like the feelers have been retracted, appropriately chastened by the reaction. However, I have no idea what is really going to happen on this issue. If there’s anything that we can be sure about when it comes to John McCain, it’s that he has a little bit of the devil in him, and he would probably really enjoy surprising people with his VP pick. Six months ago, I wrote in this space that McCain’s VP pick could be the deal-breaker or the deal-maker, and I haven’t changed my opinion one iota. With McCain’s age, the possibility that his VP pick could be at the head of the ticket in 2012 is a very strong one, and it figures high in the minds of many conservative voters. McCain, with his historic squishiness on various issues, is one thing, for four years in the presidency. But if he seems to be trying to redefine the Republican party by picking someone further to the alleged center than he is, with a view to that person being his successor, then there will be big trouble. Saddleback or no Saddleback. Saying the right words is good. But doing the right thing is of overwhelming importance.
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I expect to be mostly out of circulation for the next six or seven days — returning in time for the must-see-TV that will likely be the Democratic convention. But who knows?
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Friday, January 19, 2007
Bon mots ...9:28 pm
Brian e-mails about the Dylan song lyric I currently have posted atop the page:
Put on your cat clothes, Mama, put on your evening dress
Put on your cat clothes, Mama, put on your evening dress
A few more years of hard work then there’ll be a thousand
years of happiness
… saying:
Are you sure it’s not ‘camp clothes’ – put on your camp clothes mama,
put on your evening dress…I guess not, but that’s how I heard it!!
The official lyrics for Modern Times are live on the BobDylan.com website, at this link, though they’re not necessarily indexed properly throughout the site (eg., they don’t seem to appear in the overall list of song titles). So, I know “cat clothes” is right.
But mishearing Dylan lyrics is a long and respectable tradition. I know how crushing and disorienting it can be when you discover that a word that you thought was one thing turns out be another. When I looked through the official Modern Times lyrics, I saw at least one thing I had wrong.
I found out that what I thought was the line:
We eat and we drink, we field and we think
is actually
We eat and we drink, we feel and we think
I liked “field,” like fielding questions or fielding baseballs. Oh, well.
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Mister Pitiful ...4:58 pm
I’m still listening to the songs from last year’s Modern Times and letting things pop out at me in a random way. I have no unified theory regarding the record, or none I could articulate. Yesterday I was listening to Thunder On the Mountain (actually a live version from St. Paul, Minnesota on October 29th last) and it was the last line of the song that stayed in my head, as last lines often will.
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself
“For the love of God;” that’s an expression (albeit a little old-fashioned these days) in relatively common usage which generally means no more and no less than “for Pete’s sake.” “For the love of God, shut up!” is something one might say to a noisy fellow patron in a movie theater. There would likely be little religious significance to the phrase in that context.
Is that how Dylan is using it here? Could he just as easily have written, “for Pete’s sake,” or, “for cryin’ out loud, you ought to take pity on yourself?”
You can certainly think so. If you don’t think that God is particularly present in the song previous to that line, there might be little reason to think that Dylan is suddenly inserting Him into it in some significant way. To my ears, however, God has already been present between the lines in the previous verses, and so this overt invocation of God in the final line seems deliberate. (And on a more general level, I think Dylan has proven himself to be an habitually deliberate chooser of words, and one who is careful when singing about the Main Man.)
The title and recurring image of the song — “thunder on the mountain” — evokes the voice of God, I think, in a Biblical context — not that yours-truly is an expert on the Bible. But there’s Exodus, Chapter 20:
And all the people saw the thunderings, and the lightnings, and the noise of the trumpet, and the mountain smoking: and when the people saw it, they removed, and stood afar off.
And they said unto Moses, Speak thou with us, and we will hear: but let not God speak with us, lest we die.
And Psalm 29:
The voice of the LORD is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the LORD is upon many waters.
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Each verse of the song has something in it with a religious and in particular a Biblical resonance, if you care to hear it that way. I’m not going to do a complete litany here, because I’m interested in getting to the last line, but there’s the references to the expansion of the soul, to being a “servant both night and day,” seeing “what others need,” and so on — not in an overly precious context, but in a rollicking one, of-course, as befits the melody. The singer is upfront about being “no angel.” The notion of “confession” appears in the second to last verse, and I think I mentioned before in this space that I think it evokes the idea of confessing one’s faith, as opposed to confessing a crime.
So, if you assume that the reference to God in the last line is not a just a throwaway phrase, then the line changes from being a simple statement or admonishment ( “you ought to take pity on yourself”) to being a kind of argument ( “for the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself.”)
As such, it’s a strange argument on the ears. Firstly, “self-pity” is more commonly put on the vice side of the ledger, rather than in the virtue column. Why would pitying oneself do anything to, let’s say, arouse one’s own love of God?
Well, maybe the kind of self-pity being talked about here is not the kind you wallow in self-destructively, but rather that kind that is allied to understanding and compassion. To pity oneself can be merely to comprehend one’s own mortal predicament. It’s one that deserves pity. Another Dylan reference reflects off of it — one of his references in Chronicles to something his “grandma” told him. She had “instructed me to be kind because everyone you’ll ever meet is fighting a hard battle.” Everyone is fighting a hard battle. No exception made there for people who happen to have a lot of money, or good looks, or great power. According to grandma, they’re all fighting a hard battle — everyone you’ll ever meet. Including, of necessity, yourself.
Another Bible quote might reflect off of it in a different way (James, Chapter 4):
For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
No matter who you may be, no matter your accomplishments and honors, no matter how many bridges you build or CDs you sell, your life is “even a vapour,” that briefly appears and then is utterly gone.
Absent this comprehension of one’s human predicament — absent this self-pity — one indeed might have little reason for the “love of God,” i.e. for one’s own love of God. If you look in the mirror and see only someone strong, self-sufficient and fearless, then maybe that is someone who isn’t inclined to prostrate himself to an Almighty — to humble himself before God.
If, on the other hand, one looks in the mirror and sees a pitiable bag of bones that will amount to exactly nothing at the end of it all, then one might begin to contemplate the lengths to which God has gone to reveal Himself and to show His love for such passing vapors of the earth as oneself, and one might begin feeling the kindling of a reciprocal love for that same loving God.
And, in a Biblical sense, there’s not anything more basic and important than actually loving God. It’s in both the New and the Old Testaments:
And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
So, perhaps in a certain sense that this one line of this one song might prompt a person to contemplate, failing to have pity on oneself could be the greatest pity of all.
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Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The first one now ...9:12 pm
So, Dylan’s Modern Times was both the Billboard and the Rolling Stone critics’ choice as best album of 2006. I know that Dylan has been quite gracious about certain awards in the last several years — in particular his Golden Globe and Oscar for Things Have Changed — but I tend to think his reaction to these particular accolades would be a little more ho-hum. After all, if you believe it when the critics place you at number one, it means you have to take it at least somewhat seriously when they basically ignore you, as was true for quite a few years of Bob’s career (years when some of us were still listening).
Just by the way, a writer named Steve Guttenberg in a publication called Stereophile has a brief meditation on Dylan’s remarks earlier this year about what’s lacking in the sound of modern recordings, and casts a critical ear on the sound of Modern Times itself in that context. I am not the sufficient audiophile to be able to express what my ears tell me, but I think there’s something to be said for his criticism. As hard as Dylan was no doubt trying to make a natural-sounding record, I think that the technology defeated him to some extent. Which is far from a dismissal of the record — it’s just a regret that the quality of the sound couldn’t match the quality of the songs and the performances.
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Saturday, September 16, 2006
Feeding Frenzy ...1:36 pm
While the Pope is besieged by angry Muslims and the New York Times’ editorial board, and has today issued a sort-of apology, Bob Dylan continues to silently defy the world’s media as it probes his use, in the lyrics of his new album, of up to ten phrases that can also be found in the poetry of Henry Timrod. Some stories below:
Dylan ‘borrows’ lyrics from works of little-known American civil poet
Dylan accused of rhyming and stealing
As I indicated the other day, it’s not a particularly big story from my point of view. Dylan has never tried to hide or deny his thieving ways — from the melody of Blowin’ in the Wind on down — though neither has he ever footnoted them. Dylan’s art has always had a a sizeable chunk of derivation. Many of Dylan’s better-known critics wouldn’t have jobs were it not for the service they take upon themselves to provide in tracking down his sources (Marcus and Gray come to mind). Dylan has openly described, in interviews on the subject of songwriting, how he sometimes goes around with a notebook scribbling down scraps of conversation, movie dialogue and whatever else — things which might later wind up in songs. Obviously the “whatever else” has recently included the book “Confessions of a Yakuza” and various poetry of Henry Timrod. If this is a disqualifier for anyone, in terms of enjoying the ultimate new product that Dylan’s imagination assembles from those sources and others, then so be it, though it seems absurd to me.
One of the Timrod phrases that shows up in Dylan’s song When the Deal Goes Down is “frailer than the flowers,” as in:
Oh! here, where in that summer noon I basked,
And strove, with logic frailer than the flowers,
To justify a life of sensuous rest, …
versus Dylan’s:
More frailer than the flowers
These precious hours
That keep us so tightly bound
So, to the phrase “frailer than the flowers,” Dylan pre-appends the word “more.” The redundancy of the word “more,” when the next word is “frailer,” is what gives the phrase a certain heartbreaking quality, you may notice. “More frail” would mean the same as “frailer;” by making it, instead, “more frailer,” Dylan does something unexpected and unexpectedly powerful. Christopher Ricks, who has called Dylan the greatest living user of the English language, would probably be better able to elucidate it than yours-truly.
All I can really say is that in adding “more,” Dylan is most definitely adding more.
And that’s more than enough for me.
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Thursday, September 7, 2006
Top of the World, Ma ...5:16 pm
Along with America’s Billboard chart, Dylan’s Modern Times is hitting number one in plenty of other places:
It has also gone to number one in Australia, Canada, Denmark, Ireland, New Zealand, Norway and Switzerland, according to Columbia.
“We couldn’t be more thrilled that fans have responded to it so enthusiastically by putting Bob at number one, which is where he belongs,” said Steve Barnett, the chairman of Dylan’s Columbia Records label.
The album made its debut at number three in the UK album chart – Kasabian went straight in at number one, while Snow Patrol slipped from top spot to number two.
Modern Times, Dylan’s first studio album in almost five years, has been hailed as a “masterwork”, “enchanting” and “full of prophecy” by impressed US critics.
Reader Michael M. points out something missing in this paragraph of trivia I quoted yesterday:
The three-decade interlude between chart-toppers is a Billboard record. Rod Stewart had a 25-year gap between number ones, Santana and the Isley Brothers both had 28-year spans, and Barry Manilow went 29 years between number ones. (Among defunct acts, the Beatles went 22 years and Elvis Presley 29 years between chart-toppers.)
I said that this was info worthy of “Theme Time Radio Hour.” He says that he suspects Dylan would know better and adds:
Let’s not forget Johnny Cash waiting between 1969 and 2006 (Elvis was deceased between his chart toppers), so that would take the prize in the last category.
Indeed, Johnny Cash’s American V hit number one in July.
Not to take anything from Cash, but his posthumous album managed to take the top spot with only 88,000 in weekly sales. Dylan’s album did the same this week with more than twice those sales — reportedly 192,000 units. So, there can be some pretty dramatic fluctuations in overall weekly album sales, obviously. Bob can be proud of facing down the awesome power of Jessica Simpson and still coming out on top.
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Addendum: Local-boy-made-good Bob Dylan will be playing in Rochester, Minnesota tonight. He still hasn’t played any of the new album’s songs live. Will his chart-topping achievement and the fact that he’s in his home state inspire him to pull one out?
We’ll see.
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Addendum 09/08/2006 8:33 am: No dice.
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Wednesday, September 6, 2006
IN AT NUMBER ONE ...1:38 pm
Who the heck would’ve thunk it?
From Billboard:
For the first time in 30 years, Bob Dylan tops The Billboard 200 with “Modern Times.” Not only is it the legendary songwriter’s first album to reach the throne since “Desire” in 1976, it’s also his highest debuting album and his best sales week since Nielsen SoundScan began tracking data in 1991. The Columbia set moved 192,000 copies in the United States in its first week.
“Modern Times” is Dylan’s third consecutive top 10 studio set, following 1997’s “Time Out of Mind” and 2001’s “Love & Theft.” Aside from “Desire” and “Modern Times,” only two other Dylan albums assumed the plateau on the chart: 1974’s “Planet Waves” and the 1975 classic “Blood on the Tracks.”
Good on ya, Bob.

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Addendum 10:31 pm: I like this headline from E Online: Dylan Drops Danity, Squashes Simpson.
For the first time in 30 years, grizzled vet Bob Dylan is perched atop the album chart with his latest album, Modern Times.
For the week ended Sunday, Modern Times sold 192,000 copies, per Nielsen SoundScan–Dylan’s biggest sales week in the 15-year SoundScan era and his first number one album since 1976’s Desire.
The three-decade interlude between chart-toppers is a Billboard record. Rod Stewart had a 25-year gap between number ones, Santana and the Isley Brothers both had 28-year spans, and Barry Manilow went 29 years between number ones. (Among defunct acts, the Beatles went 22 years and Elvis Presley 29 years between chart-toppers.)
That last paragraph of trivia is worthy of “Theme Time Radio Hour.”
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Sunday, September 3, 2006
Cynicism? ...8:09 am
As part of my original post about the Christian Science Monitor controversy, I remarked that: “To remove God from Dylan’s work, as this implicitly would if it were true, would be to render it incredibly cynical …”. Some might think that this is inaccurate, or it is being in some way too harsh. However, it’s not intended as a put-down of Dylan’s work — which to me has always been clearly filled with an awareness of God. It is just, to me, a statement of fact.
A reviewer who, for his own private reasons, fails to hear God in Dylan’s new album confirms my point in spades.
At 65, Bob Dylan continues his streak of raspy-voiced blues with Modern Times, an album of determined cynicism trademarked by his simple, minimalist folk style.
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“Everybody got to wonder what’s the matter with this cruel world today,” Dylan croons on the first track, “Thunder On The Mountain.’ The song is a harsh scrutiny of contemporary culture—he condemns army recruitment, the pettiness of religion, and even Alicia Keys, presumably on behalf of all modern music.
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“The world has gone black before my eyes,” he solemnly moans on the love ballad “Nettie Moore,” and it is this bitterness that taints the album with an overly critical image. Contrary to his uplifting protest songs from the 60´s and 70´s, which at least had some positive undertones, Modern Times is downright depressing. It doesn´t help that Dylan sounds like he could die at any moment, though it certainly does amplify the gloomy atmosphere, especially on the final ominous track, “Ain´t Talkin´”: “They will jump on your misfortune when you´re down/ Ain´t no alters on this long and lonesome road.”
So, I think, must Dylan’s whole body of work ultimately stand, if, for all your listening (and whatever your own beliefs), you fail to hear even the whisper of a prayer.
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
When The Deal Goes Down, again … ...9:41 pm
In case you didn’t see it on AOL, Bennett Miller’s video for Bob Dylan’s When The Deal Goes Down, starring Scarlett Johansson, is now available via YouTube.
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Previous posts related to this song here and here.
Addendum 9/01/2006 10:41 am: I’m a little bit in two minds about the video. It’s beautiful — the most beautiful “music video” I can ever remember seeing. Beauty is not something one associates with music videos. Crassness, mawkishness and luridness — yes; any genuine beauty, no. On the other hand, it can’t help but distract from the song a little. The images the song creates in one’s mind are the images to savor, after all, rather than having them filled in for you, however prettily, by Bennett Miller and Scarlett Johansson. But, on yet another hand, the nice thing about this video is that it has nothing obviously to do with the song. It’s not trying to literally visualize the images in the song, or make up any story for the song — it’s just providing a parallel visual experience, which, with its ever-burning-out images of life, family, and love, reflects off of the song in an interesting and poignant way.
So, overall, kudos to Bennett Miller. And the expressiveness of Johansson’s face, throughout, is really rather stunning, isn’t it?
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Dylan-Related-Cliché-Watch ...4:35 pm
Slate’s Jody Rosen gives Modern Times a very positive review (Bob Dylan’s spectacular new album, Modern Times.), and also calls it “Dylan’s finest since Blood On The Tracks.” I swear that someone in the media has said that regarding every album he’s released since Blood On The Tracks (except for Saved).
Misogyny also makes an appearance:
“In “Rollin’ and Tumblin’ ” he barks, “Some young lazy slut has charmed away my brains,” a doozy of a misogynistic dis, even by Snoop Dogg standards.”
The Newark Star Ledger says that “expectations are higher for his 44th album than for probably any since 1975’s ‘Blood on the Tracks.’” I don’t know how you arrive at such an estimate, but — who knows — it could be true.
The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel says:
“Modern Times” doesn’t have the core of truly great songs or the creative ambition that elevated discs like “Blood on the Tracks” or “Blonde on Blonde,” but it also has few true soft spots. It merits an honorable place in the second tier of Dylan’s resumé.
Hmm. You can see why Dylan, as he says in his latest Rolling Stone interview ( as well as the previous RS interview), doesn’t like to see his new albums compared to his old albums. He would prefer them to be compared instead to what else is out there in the marketplace.
Reed Watson in The Crimson White Online, on the other hand, finds the comparison favorable:
“Modern Times” is the story of a world where the preacher makes a profit and the homeless man retreats to his mansion in the hills. It’s contradiction, dripping with irony and meddling in serious consequences for whomever stands in its way. And the greatest songwriter who has ever lived delivers it all with the same ferocity of “Blood on the Tracks.”
Mark Beech for Bloomberg comes right back at him:
If everything on the CD were on a par with the most accomplished numbers, “Modern Times” would be one of Dylan’s best albums and possibly his finest since 1975’s “Blood on the Tracks.” The amount of filler rules this out.
A reviewer in The Daily Orange goes hog-wild with comparisons, coming up positive at first:
One myth about Dylan is his new songs never come close to his old ones, but this is not true. “To Make You Feel My Love,” off of 1997’s “Time Out of Mind,” is as good as any relationship song on “Blood on the Tracks.” In the same way, “Thunder on the Mountain” and “The Levee’s Gonna Break” fit in with the liveliest cuts on “Highway 61 Revisited.”
He goes on to say:
Any reluctance to enjoy Dylan’s new songs is not rooted in their lack of quality, but in their lack of message. The political strife in the world has left a vacuum, and no amount of Conor Oberst singing “When the President Talks to God” can fill the protest-singer shoes of the old Dylan. However, that Dylan is dead, and we are not likely to see the activist, troubadour or drugged out beatnik again. As the song says, he used to care, but things have changed.
(emphasis mine)
Those “protest-singer shoes” of Dylan’s have been empty a long, long time, and I’m not even sure he ever wore them — and certainly not in the way most people think. Yet somehow he always gets called to account by certain critics for not filling them.
Oh, well. Just watch out you don’t get sucked up in that “vacuum” that “political strife in the world has left.”
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“Too Much God Stuff” ...1:29 pm
My regrets to anyone who thinks I’m overdoing the spiritual angle in talking about Modern Times, but it’s what I hear and find noteworthy, and I don’t see much point in writing the same stuff hundreds of other critics are writing anyway. Blame (or credit) Ronnie Keohane for altering the way I listen to Dylan’s songs.
On a musical note, though, how ’bout Bob’s singing on this album? He’s always been the king of nuance, but the richness in his vocalizing on Modern Times is astounding. Mrs. RWB was reminded of George Jones on When The Deal Goes Down. Maybe it’s part of the overall comfort he exudes on the record. He’s completely at peace in his skin. There’s no constrictions you can hear or feel on Modern Times. It’s really something.
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Someday Baby (Satan is Real) ...12:18 pm
There’s another blog that does commentary on Bob Dylan’s XM Radio show, called Dreamtime. Interesting stuff. In a post about one of Dylan’s shows, the writer refers to an anecdote he dug up about something that happened during an interview, by David Gates, of Bob Dylan.
David Gates, who’s written several articles about Dylan at various points in his career, reportedly was correcting a quote he was using from “Satan is Real,” in the galleys of his novel, “Preston Falls,” when Dylan called. During the course of the interview, Dylan started talking about religious songs, and remarked how frightening he felt the “Satan is Real” song was. “That’s weird,” Gates told him. “I’m looking at the lyrics right now.” “It’s a small world, Dave,” Dylan said.
Of-course Dylan played that great Louvin Brothers tune on his “Theme Time Radio Hour” — the one dedicated (so to speak) to the Devil.
You don’t have to go far in Dylan’s own work to find the realness of the Devil being brought to the fore — whether it’s 1963’s Whatcha Gonna Do:
Tell me what you’re gonna do
When the devil calls your cards.
O Lord, O Lord,
What shall you do?
or 1983’s Man Of Peace:
He’s a great humanitarian, he’s a great philanthropist,
He knows just where to touch you, honey, and how you like to be kissed.
He’ll put both his arms around you,
You can feel the tender touch of the beast.
You know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
On his new album, Modern Times, the song Someday Baby is an insinuatin’ blues boogie (it’s also the song in the iPod commercial).
It’s early to be nailing down interpretations of songs, and, in fact, I think it’s always too early to nail down an interpretation. The songs ought to live and breathe, which they do.
But at least try considering this song as a kiss-off to Beelzebub himself. Imagine that the singer is looking forward to the final disposition of things — to the victory over the Devil that the Bible predicts.
Here’s a few verses:
Well you take my money and you turn me out
You fill me up with nothing but self-doubt
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry poor me anymore
So many good things in life that I’ve overlooked
I don’t know what to do now, baby you’ve got me so hooked
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry poor me anymore
Well I don’t wanna brag, I wanna wring your neck
When all else fails I make it a matter of self-respect
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry poor me anymore
I try to be friendly, I try to be kind
I’m gonna drive you from your home just like I was driven from mine [the garden?]
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry poor me anymore
Livin’ this way ain’t a natural thing to do
Why was I born to love you?
Someday baby, you ain’t gonna worry poor me anymore
So, various reviewers are taking the song as a “that dang woman done me wrong” type song, and you can hear it like that. Those who enjoy accusing Dylan of misogyny will be happy to hear him threatening to drive the poor girl from her home and wring her neck.
I know I’m not alone in thinking that Dylan is generally operating on an entirely other level to all that, in his songwriting.
It’s a great tune, and one the band will really be able to stretch out on. Looking forward to hearing it live.
…
Those by the way side are they that hear; then cometh the devil, and taketh away the word out of their hearts, lest they should believe and be saved.
(Luke, Chapter 8, Verse 12)
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