Only topped by the funny little puppet-like dance Dylan did in front of a small 2000 only audience (I was one of them) at London's Shepherd's Bush Empire on 23 November 2003!
I'd forgotten that hallelujah to the bittersweet. Odd how it was my delight in his juggling that stuck in my mind. I'd forgotten he was singing "Blood in my Eyes."
Yes, I kind of meant by that that Bob, as well as having a confident and assured side, also has an awkward, self-conscious, faltering, one could even say paranoid side - very noticeable for instance during the time when he wore that 'hoodie', and many, many times when he's on stage. This side was also quite visible in the film 'Renaldo & Clara'. I think we can all identify with this. It makes him human. His strange tics and idiosyncracies are endearing to us. He doesn't behave like your average rock star. And, out of all of it, somehow comes music and art... Of course we can then universalize this.
"... Just like me, the same as you. I'm everybody's brother and son. I ain't different from anyone. No use talking to me. It's the same as talking to you .."
and:
"I feel like a stranger nobody sees."
I've probably said this before,but you are reminding me of it again. I was once several yards away from him because I got out of my seat in the back row so that I could walk down and sit on the steps to the left side of the stage of the Paramount Theater in Seattle. It was not long after John Lennon was shot, during the Slow Training Coming days. Someone from the audience threw a rose onto the stage, and Bob Dylan recoiled in what looked like terror. He appeared to be shaken. Distressed. Stepped back and let his band play without him for a little while and then stepped forward again to sing. In that moment I realized how vulnerable and courageous he is.
kjm -- I wonder what she was pointing at to the west. She can see movement all the way across the cattail (cat tail!) marsh to the east. Focuses intently on people and dogs who walk on trail on the far side of Scudder Pond. Maybe she saw a bird I couldn't see.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken from my porch before sunrise on October 29, 2023.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog -- http://oldgirlfromthenorthcountry.blogspot.com
) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
10 comments:
Very cool dance.
Only topped by the funny little puppet-like dance Dylan did in front of a small 2000 only audience (I was one of them) at London's Shepherd's Bush Empire on 23 November 2003!
(BTW, I did a review of that gig - you can find it on the boblinks.com site under 'Older Tour Guides'.)
Solitary Walker: !Thank you for that image from your memory of Dylan dancing. I can see it, too. (-:
I treasure an image in my mind of Dylan juggling. It's probably somewhere on YouTube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nz542iQchN4
Juggling at 2:38.
I'd forgotten that hallelujah to the bittersweet. Odd how it was my delight in his juggling that stuck in my mind. I'd forgotten he was singing "Blood in my Eyes."
"When does the embarrassment of
faltering human reality become art? Interesting..."
Solitary Walker -- Thanks for the link to your review (-:
Yes, I kind of meant by that that Bob, as well as having a confident and assured side, also has an awkward, self-conscious, faltering, one could even say paranoid side - very noticeable for instance during the time when he wore that 'hoodie', and many, many times when he's on stage. This side was also quite visible in the film 'Renaldo & Clara'. I think we can all identify with this. It makes him human. His strange tics and idiosyncracies are endearing to us. He doesn't behave like your average rock star. And, out of all of it, somehow comes music and art... Of course we can then universalize this.
Solitary Walker -- Yes. So true.
"... Just like me, the same as you. I'm everybody's brother and son. I ain't different from anyone. No use talking to me. It's the same as talking to you .."
and:
"I feel like a stranger nobody sees."
I've probably said this before,but you are reminding me of it again. I was once several yards away from him because I got out of my seat in the back row so that I could walk down and sit on the steps to the left side of the stage of the Paramount Theater in Seattle. It was not long after John Lennon was shot, during the Slow Training Coming days. Someone from the audience threw a rose onto the stage, and Bob Dylan recoiled in what looked like terror. He appeared to be shaken. Distressed. Stepped back and let his band play without him for a little while and then stepped forward again to sing. In that moment I realized how vulnerable and courageous he is.
oboe on point, like a bird dog with a leaf. kjm
kjm -- I wonder what she was pointing at to the west. She can see movement all the way across the cattail (cat tail!) marsh to the east. Focuses intently on people and dogs who walk on trail on the far side of Scudder Pond. Maybe she saw a bird I couldn't see.
so fun to see him goofing around - and promising to be home by 1...or 2.
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