Wednesday, December 10, 2014

DARK EYES ~













http://wyndhambaird.bandcamp.com




"And if you don't like me, well, leave me alone"


Dylan should be just left alone. He pretty much says that, too. I've been enjoying watching him survive long enough to have a croaking voice, a young voice, a mellow voice at Newport (64), a cracking rocker's voice (Newport a year later: Maggie's Farm), his Judas period in Manchester with the audience, then the phony bike wreck, the mellow Lay Lady Lay, come back with The Band in NYC — jean jacket, good stare, handsome — then we wind down through the religious period, Wailing Wall, fucked up songs, good songs, Lenny etc. By the time he lands in Springfield, MA and we buy Jim Koller a ticket to meet us there for it (1992), Dylan can barely fill the seats.


 We come into the dirty city and see Koller moving sideways up one of the sidewalks biding his time, maybe hitting a bar, at the concert our seats have rainwater on them and we go talk to the bosses who move us all almost to the front. Dylan in hood.


I meet another old friend there. I built his house five years earlier in the woods, he's wearing gloves in September, that jittery at being in the city and shaking hands, he shows me a little zippered pocket on the top of the gloves where he keeps change for panhandlers. He's well prepared. Country folk still come into the city like the settlers in Shane with an old wagon and a knock to the back wheel. Don't blame them.


Dylan makes one more comeback pretty much after the second Woodstock (nothing ever in Woodstock but all of Woodstock attends) and we meet up with one of his shows, again, this time up in the woods of Stratton Vermont and lo and behold Janine is in the audience, come over from Woodstock, and she'll follow the tour to the Woodstock event the next night. Stratton's obviously a warmup for Dylan and the band. I never heard "Rainy Day Woman" any better. He was on fire.


Years and years later we'll catch him again in Northampton at Smith College, 2000 in attendance, Allen Ginsberg has just died, Dylan has a huge portrait on a screen behind him on the stage of AG. Dylan in Stetson looking like a Jewish kid Bill Monroe. He can pull off anything he wants. We have balcony seats. We're catching a train that night from there to New Mexico. 


In '75 we also saw Dylan and Rolling Thunder down in Hartford. Got there, November night, sleet storm, almost two hours from Vermont, and halfway there the windshield wipers bust on our VW bug that never had heat. To get home we had to wait for the storm to pass. No sleep. Youngsters. The best age for Dylan. Even for him. He's approaching that old blues singer voice now. He may, eventually, get side by side with Skip James. . .

 

. . .way back in the 60s Susan saw Dylan at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, his polka dot shirt period. Same time, same state, Koller's Coyote's Journal was growling.

 

Now to modern times — here is Wyndham Baird who gets at the very hard work at crossing generations, with quality, as is being done here. I don't put Wyndham at all in the momentary Dylan-doing-Woody Guthrie mode; it's more Ramblin' Jack Elliott-doing-Woody, and it's a toss up who did Woody songs best between those two. In Dylan's case NO ONE yet or ever will do Dylan better because it's all about the mystical which he has down as well as Blake. 
Untouchable.


"Dark Eyes" all for Jim




image: by Alec Mcleod
 Title from the Celtic song "The Moonshiner"




2 comments:

Luster said...

Are we rolling, Bob?

I hope you and Susan have gone electric again. Wonderful stuff, the mingling of memories, friendship, new to me performance, and that clear-eyed photo. Shelter from the storm.

stay close,
mike

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Mike,

Some of the state of Vermont has been slammed with heavy snow, at least all of the state with wind, rain, sleet, muck and yuck, and yes we have been without power, off and on, and mostly off, for now over two days. When the power goes out we go outdoors and hike. Sometimes the power is back on when we return, but not always that lucky. We read by kerosene lamp, listen to music by portable player, and read read read. We were working on a new book design when the power cut off today, snap! and it was gone. We simply folded up the work tent without a word, so used to it, and went about work around the window lights. Plenty of windows.

WB doing Dylan is new to me. He was brought my way by the poet Steven Manuel and Steven and I have been writing back and forth about the pros and cons of interpreting Dylan, who is now interpreting Sinatra, and maybe shouldn't.

Instead, he should take a hike.

stay warm, Bob