The Red River Shore: Are we getting excited?

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Are we getting excited?

From rollingstone.com

"We just got a sneak preview of his upcoming album, Modern Times, due out on August 29th. Times, which Dylan produced himself, mixes elements of 2001’s Love and Theft -– blues variations (think “Cry A While”) and whimsical ballads (think “Floater”) -– with the darker, swampier vibe of the Daniel Lanois-produced classics Time Out of Mind and Oh Mercy. Only Dylan’s current touring band plays on the new one: ringing in our ears was the bone-chilling vamp “Ain’t Talkin’”, which may be Dylan’s most powerful album-closing epic ever. Other song titles include “Thunder on the Mountain,” “Spirit on the Water,” “Workingman’s Blues,” “When the Deal Goes Down” and “Neddy Moore.” Before the release of Modern Times, Dylan will be doing another summer tour of minor league ballparks".

I dedicated exactly 30 years of my life to His Bobness, buying my first Dylan album 30 years ago these days, went on the road following him all the way from Dublin to Roma since 1984, writing at least two full books about him and an endless list of articles… and honestly his last 4 years of touring were some kind of embarassing routine to me. That guy have nothing else to give away, me think. But yes, is about songwriting we are talking here, not about live performances.

So the real question is: why I wasnt invited to the pre-listening?

1 comment:

Paolo Vites said...: I was expectin' this kind of answer to my last question: "Coz you're a journalist of my ass, but it seems that I'm still quite unknown in the blog world.

Cool, expect a real review of Modern Times in some days, tho.; 11:48

The Love Song

Though the love song comes in many guises – songs of exultation and praise, songs of rage and of despair, erotic songs, songs of abandonment and loss – they all address God, for it is the haunted premises of longing that the true love song inhabits. It is a howl in the void, for Love and for comfort and it lives on the lips of the child crying for his mother. It is the song of the lover in need of her loved one, the raving of the lunatic supplicant petitioning his God. It is the cry of one chained to the earth, to the ordinary and to the mundane, craving flight; a flight into inspiration and imagination and divinity.

The love song is the sound of our endeavours to become God-like, to rise up and above the earthbound and the mediocre.

- Nick Cave

Mystery

Mystery is ancient. It's the essence of everything. It violates all conventions of beauty and understanding. It was there before the beginning, and it will be there beyond the end. We were created in it. The Mississippi Sheiks recorded a song called "Stop and Listen." To most music aficionados, it's but a ragtime blues. But to me, it's words of wisdom. Saint Paul said we see through the glass darkly. There's plenty of mystery in nature and contemporary life. For some people, it's too harsh to deal with. But I don't see it that way.
(Bob Dylan)

La strada verso casa

“Ho avuto delle ambizioni di cui non potevo fare a meno, e come in una odissea, in qualche modo dovevo trovare la strada di casa. Capii che dovevo ritrovare quella casa che avevo lasciato tempo addietro e che non riuscivo a ricordare dove fosse esattamente. Ma ero sulla strada di casa. E incontrare ciò che ho incontrato su questa strada, era proprio come lo avevo previsto. In realtà, non avevo alcuna ambizione. Sono nato molto lontano da dove avrei dovuto nascere e perciò sono sulla strada di casa”
(Bob Dylan)

Sonetto 129 

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame  is lust in action; and till action, lust  is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,  savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,  Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,  Past reason hunted, and no sooner had  Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait.  On purpose laid to make the taker mad;  Mad in pursuit and in possession so;  Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;  A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;  Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.  All this the world well knows; yet none knows well  To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell (Shakespeare)

The Red River Shore

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Are we getting excited?

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