Bob the Dylan
Saw Bob Dylan on Sunday night at Wembley. Well, i think it was him. I actually saw a vague white cowboy hat in the distance and if i squinted it looked a little like a seagull.
sounded a bit like a seagull too if i'm honest.
although i think the guy is an absolute genius, i was apprehensive about the gig as i don't own any where near 1/4 of his stuff, and could quite possibly go through the entire gig not knowing a single song from the set. Turns out he's got bored of banging out the same songs for 40 years (fair enough) and has decided to perform new versions of his songs. This means that when, 5 minutes into a song, you vaguely recognise a lyric you get approx 3 seconds of ecsatay followed by a sinking feeling. A feeling that makes you kinda angry/upset/angry/sad.
One bloke stormed out 3 songs in taking his slightly embaressed wife with him (funny old crowd too. A Real mix of old hippies. Families reading the Society Section of the Guardian and 30somethings).
Some of the songs worked really well ("its allright ma...." was excellent "like a rolling stone" gave me goosebumps and there was one i didn't know, but it had a haunting stabbing keyboard and really nice instrumentation) but most were lazy rubbish 12bar ish pub band guff.
I don't blame him cause like i said, it'd get boring playing Tamborine man, Homesick blues, Maggies Farm etc the same way for so long. And the band would never get the same loosenes that the records have (the way the guitar is slightly too loud. The way the Organ is a bit out of time, or the Tamborine goes off. Things that make the songs so good).
And when he went All Funny last time and went all electric it seemed to work out well, so good for him. I still got home and put on Bringing It All Back Home and it still sounds amazing.
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