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Dylan, Sunny Side Up

Dylan Josef Koudelka / Magnum Photos There are no Dylan epics like “Highlands” here, nor too much, really, to tax the brain, but there is plenty to dance to, shake to, even laugh to. Together Through Life is above all a musical album, which may disappoint the Bob Dylan wing of English departments throughout the land. The album’s look drives that home. The front cover, already spread around the Internet, is one of Bruce Davidson’s photographs of a Brooklyn gang taken in 1959, depicting a serious make-out session in the backseat of a speeding car: Love and Sex. But the album’s back cover is completely musical—a Josef Koudelka photograph, taken in 1968, of a band of Romanian gypsy musicians, with an accordionist right in the middle.

There is, yes, a protest song, but more humorous than accusatory, sending up the inane, omnipresent, motivational-speaker cliché, “It’s all good!” (Politically minded fans who might have expected a Dylan song entitled “Feel a Change Coming On,” to pick up where Sam Cooke or maybe Barack Obama left off will be surprised by its reflective later-in-the-day love lyric in which the singer announces his high-low taste in books and music, and which has a bridge that some will hear as Dylan himself truly speaking: “Dreams never worked for me, anyway/ Even when they did come true.” The song also includes a lovely, poignant lifting from Nehemiah 9:3 about “the fourth part of the day” —a time of confession and prayer in the Bible—being nearly gone.)

In 1965, the year that Dylan famously played electric at the Newport Folk Festival, the fetishists of authenticity (along with fans who just loved great American music) clung to the re-discovered black blues artists who were enjoying a last taste of celebrity singing the songs they had recorded in the 1920s and 1930s for the Vocalion and Okeh and Bluebird labels. There was Son House (who was 63 years old), and Mississippi John Hurt (in his early seventies), and Mance Lipscomb (exactly 70), as well as a younger cohort that included Willie Dixon and Memphis Slim, who were both 50. Now the untamed young musical expeditionary of 1965 is right up there with the old guys—he turns 68 in May—yet he’s not just reinventing and performing his old songs for college kids, but turning the old into the new and then back again, with fresh myth-laden music that achieves the amazing feat (which Dylan says has noticed in Obama’s writing, which he say he admires) of making you think and feel at the same time. This time out, though, maybe more than ever, he also rouses you to dance and dance, and then dance some more, before heading for the exits, and then, well… then seeing what more might develop.

Sean Wilentz is a history professor at Princeton University whose books include The Rise of American Democracy: Jefferson to Lincoln and The Age of Reagan: A History, 1974-2008. He is a contributing editor at The New Republic, and historian-in-residence at Bob Dylan's officialWeb site.

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April 17, 2009 | 4:49pm
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Ritarita



Now the bricks lay
On Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there
So perfectly
It all seems so well timed.
An here I sit
So patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay
To get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh mama
Can this really be the end
To be stuck
Inside of Mobile
With the Memphis Blues Again.

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6:54 pm, Apr 17, 2009
keepakeeper43

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
On back to the South.
You've been fooled into thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you,
No one t' defeat you,
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

I've heard you say many times
That you're better 'n no one
And no one is better 'n you.
If you really believe that,
You know you got
Nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces and friends,
Your sorrow does stem,
That hype you and type you,
Making you feel
That you must be exactly like them.

I'd forever talk to you,
But soon my words,
They would turn into a meaningless ring.
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring.
Everything passes,
Everything changes,
Just do what you think you should do.
And someday maybe,
Who knows, baby,
I'll come and be cryin' to you.
-To Ramona

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10:39 am, Apr 19, 2009
Bennyboy

Very interesting review, thanks.

Just a note of correction: the song commissioned for the eponymous movie is 'Life Is Hard', not 'If You Ever Go To Houston'.

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6:16 am, Apr 18, 2009
DreddBlog

It is all so Life After People:

http://blogdredd.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-after-people-movie.html

A shot of the village ...

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6:03 pm, Apr 18, 2009
maxpower1013

Only a few more days til release!

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7:39 pm, Apr 18, 2009
mpkabba

Your ability to read the cultural woof and warf of Dylan's music is amazing. Let me add the (to me) obvious reference to Leadbelly's classic "Midnight Special" in the "Houston" song:

If you're ever in Houston
Well you'd better do right
You'd better not gamble
And you better not fight at all
Or the sheriff will grab you
And the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know boy
Well, you're prison bound.

Thanks for a great review.

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5:04 am, Apr 28, 2009
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