Monday, 29 August 2016

Getting to know... Bob Dylan


A few years ago I was rooting around in the shed at my Granny’s house, looking through assorted bits and pieces left by various family members over the years, when I came across some discarded records. There were quite a few, but the ones that caught my eye were two Bob Dylan albums: Bringing It All Back Home (1965) and More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits (1971). Both have extremely striking covers, and they immediately grabbed my attention. The expression on the face of the young man on the Bringing It All Back Home cover seemed to be saying “Don’t even think about leaving me in this shed”. I am happy to say that I didn’t, and ended up becoming a huge fan. But not straight away.

When I got back home I put on Bringing It All Back Home, and the first thought that struck me was “What is this?” I had always thought of Bob Dylan as an acoustic guitar-wielding folksinger, the man who sang the song that played over the opening credits of Watchmen. But this was very different. This Bob Dylan was backed by a rollicking blues band, thrashing an electric guitar while singing a stream of strange, surreal lyrics: “Johnny’s in the basement mixin’ up the medicine/I’m on the pavement thinkin’ ‘bout the government”. What? I didn’t know what that meant, but he certainly sounded like he did. And that voice! I didn’t find it off-putting, but it was unlike any singer I had ever heard and I had no idea what to make of it. More Bob Dylan Greatest Hits provided no easy answers; a daunting 24-track melting pot of musical styles, it was far too much to take in in one listen. Fortunately, a chance encounter with the far more accessible Bob Dylan at Budoken album caused everything to fall into place, and before long I was officially a fan. Delving into Bob’s back pages, I was fascinated by the amount of stylistic changes he had gone through over the years.

Bob began as a Woody Guthrie-ish folksinger before starting to write his own songs, which ranged from moving love songs, (‘Girl from the North Country’), to goofy comedy monologues (‘Talking John Birch Society Paranoid Blues’) and austere observational songs (‘The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll’). By 1964 Dylan was moving away from writing songs that could be interpreted as ‘protest songs’, and his writing leaned increasingly towards the surreal, although he still retained his trademark wit (‘Motorpsycho Nitemare’) and talent for love songs (‘To Ramona’). A big change came in 1965, when Bob started using a backing band for the first time; a significant portion of his fan base apparently felt that he had ‘sold out’ in pursuit of a more commercial sound, but personally I think the extra musicians added texture and colour to his already impressive compositions. My favourite song from this period is ‘Desolation Row’, an extraordinary phantasmagoria of people and places which benefits immensely from Charlie McCoy’s sparkling guitar and Russ Savakus’ pulsating bassline, not to mention Dylan’s impassioned singing.

After an exhausting tour in 1966 to promote the album Blonde on Blonde, Bob Dylan disappeared from public view, having been injured in a mysterious motorcycle accident. For the next eight years he appeared in concert extremely rarely, and his recorded output during this period sounds like the work of a content family man enjoying a quiet yet happy life of domestic tranquillity (Bob was by this time married with children). Unfortunately this was not to last, and by 1974 rumours suggested that Dylan’s marriage was breaking down. This speculation appeared to be supported by the appearance in January 1975 of the album Blood on the Tracks, which contained numerous songs dealing with relationships ending. This album is often thought to be autobiographical, but Bob has denied this and I believe him; while elements of his personal life must surely have seeped into the record (especially on the raging ‘Idiot Wind’), Bob for the most part retains a healthy detachment as a narrator, and the gentle lightness of the music prevents the album from becoming maudlin, despite the subject matter. 

I976 saw the release of the wonderful Desire album, on which Dylan collaborated with playwright Jacques Levy to create a series of incredibly visual and cinematic story songs; pieces like ‘Hurricane’, ‘Isis’, ‘Joey’, ‘Romance in Durango’ and ‘Black Diamond Bay’ could easily be adapted into full-length motion pictures. Dylan’s personal life remained troubled, however, and the following year Bob’s wife Sara filed for divorce.

I mention this because it appears to have had a profound effect on Dylan’s music making. From 1978 onwards Bob’s songs, once so bright and outward-looking, veered increasingly towards melancholy introspection, and his voice, formerly powerful and confident, suddenly seemed strained and frail. His mood only appeared to worsen when the public rejected his conversion to born-again Christianity and a subsequent trilogy of gospel albums which, at their worst, sounded uncomfortably like a man in the throes of a total nervous breakdown. Dylan was also struggling with the recording process itself; his albums throughout the 1980s suffer from over-production, and you get the feeling that Bob had far too much time in which to second-guess himself in terms of arrangements and song selection.*

To some at the time it must have seemed that Dylan had lost his spark, but a closer examination of this period reveals that the old magic was still there. Bob’s Christian albums might have not been to everyone's taste, but the performances he gave in support of these records were incendiary; one need only listen to a recording of his performance in Toronto in 1980, for example, to dispel any suspicions about the sincerity of his conversion. In another flash of brilliance, Bob showed up for a 1984 appearance on Late Night with David Letterman with punk band The Plugz in tow. The group proceeded to tear the house down with barnstorming performances of ‘Don’t Start Me Talking’, ‘License to Kill’, and ‘Jokerman’ (during which Bob wandered off-stage to retrieve a misplaced harmonica, leaving the band and the audience to wonder where he had gone and if he was coming back).

With his record sales falling and his star in decline, Bob Dylan made two crucial decisions in 1988. The first was to join The Traveling Wilburys, a supergroup consisting of George Harrison, Roy Orbison, Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne. Working with friends in an informal environment seemed to revitalise Dylan, who turned in some terrific songs including the wonderful ‘Tweeter and the Monkey Man’, another story song that I hope is one day made into a film. The second big decision was to go on tour with a tight three-piece band, playing dozens of shows throughout the remainder of the year with a fire and energy that many had probably presumed lost forever. A big reason for the success of these shows was, in my opinion, Dylan’s hiring of GE Smith as lead guitarist and bandleader. Dylan is by many accounts an eccentric man who is at times hard to work with, but Smith genuinely seemed to like and ‘get’ Bob, and the two appear to have enjoyed playing together tremendously.

No one could have predicted it at the time, but the tour that began on 7th June 1988 is still going today, twenty-eight years later. Countless band members have come and gone, but the whole process seems to have allowed Dylan to rediscover his mojo. He still releases albums, but I get the sense that Bob thinks of himself primarily as a live performer as opposed to a recording artist. Bob uses his shows as a chance to reimagine his back catalogue; sometimes the results are poor (his diabolical 1991 tour remains infamous), but often he succeeds in successfully reinventing his songs and sometimes even eclipses the studio versions. Personally, I think something gets lost in translation when Dylan performs in the studio; from the late-70s onwards, many of Bob's songs have only really come to life when being played live on stage. A lot of his performances can be found on YouTube, and are well worth investigating.

As I hope this piece of writing shows, I have a lot of love for Bob Dylan’s songs and for the man himself, although I have never met him and have yet to see him in concert. If I did meet him, I wouldn’t ask him to sign anything or pose for a selfie; all I would really want to do is give him my sincere thanks for his music. Thanks Bob! 


* I now completely disagree with the opinions expressed in this paragraph - 12/5/2018

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