Man—you
talk about an October surprise: the Nobel Prize committee announced yesterday
that it has awarded the 2016 prize in Literature to Bob Dylan. You can debate if
you want to about whether he’s a world-class poet; he’s sure as hell captured
the zeitgeist of generations of people for the last five decades.
(And, look: if you're down with the prize going to Hemingway, you got no squawk with it going to Dylan.)
(And, look: if you're down with the prize going to Hemingway, you got no squawk with it going to Dylan.)
I’m
more open to the question about Dylan as a performer: the one time I shelled
out good money to go to one of his concerts, he came out on stage, played and
sang with a zombie style and literally when he wasn’t doing either of those he
turned his back to the audience. Evidently that was a phase he was going
through, but it sucked.
Also—the guy definitely did not hit songwriting homers every time he came up to bat. Case in point would be "Don't Think Twice (It's All Right)". I expect it's intended to be the anthem of the free-wheelin' yout of the 60s, but all I've ever heard was irresponsible claptrap. And my reaction to the lines, "I wish there was something you could do or say/To try to make me change my mind and stay" is to tell him, "fuck you and the horse you're riding away on." Because who needs that kind of tsuris?
Also—the guy definitely did not hit songwriting homers every time he came up to bat. Case in point would be "Don't Think Twice (It's All Right)". I expect it's intended to be the anthem of the free-wheelin' yout of the 60s, but all I've ever heard was irresponsible claptrap. And my reaction to the lines, "I wish there was something you could do or say/To try to make me change my mind and stay" is to tell him, "fuck you and the horse you're riding away on." Because who needs that kind of tsuris?
On
the other hand, I’m one of those generations that have his lyrics woven throughout
their lives. It would be impossible for me to pick my “favorite” Dylan, but
here are some that I have embraced wholeheartedly.
Naturally,
I first heard “My Back Pages” sung by The Byrds. And at that time in my life I
didn’t understand what the refrain was about, it was just deep, you know? It was Dylan,
man. Here’s a version a whole lotta legends got together to sing at Dylan’s 30th
Anniversary Concert more than 20 years ago:
And
yes: that’s Eric Clapton screwing up the refrain.
Another
song that’s been at times a lifeline is “Forever Young”. I first heard Joan
Baez sing it at a concert in Illinois. But here’s a cover by Norah Jones that
may have displaced Baez in my heart:
Is
there anyone who hasn’t heard “I Shall Be Released” and felt, “Yeah—any day now…”?
Here’s Chrissie Hynde knocking it out of Madison Square Garden at the 30th
Anniversary concert:
And
one more from that concert: Tracy Chapman singing possibly the most iconic of
Dylan’s works:
One
way or another, the order is rapidly fadin', and the times they are indeed a-changin’.
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