Monthly Archives: October 2009

Pas de Maskerade-ing

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Halloween in New York is a combination frat party and children’s matinee performance of The Lion King. This describes just the sidewalks and public transportation. If you happen to be a misanthrope with high-strung nerves , you will feel that the gates of Hell have indeed opened, just like they’re supposed to tonight. And you’ll find it’s best to stay indoors and soothe yourself with warm drinks and lofty scattered  thoughts.

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One of my Bob Dylan Holy Grails is the search for some moment, some footnote-level connection between Dylan and Diane Arbus. There’s the Hubert’s Flea Circus, but that’s circumstantial as far as I know. If you’ve seen her photo of the transvestite at the dressing table, you’ve seen the beauty parlor filled with sailors. When Bob sings “I can smile in the face of mankind,” in Most of the Time, the line is easily translated into “I can appear content and good-natured to anyone I encounter,” but try hearing the preposition in differently, try hearing it the way we would say “the children are in their costumes.” Now the singer isn’t smiling at the face of mankind, he is wearing the face of mankind in order to smile. Diane Arbus’s photos help us see the face of mankind. And one thing she saw much too clearly were masks: she saw that a mask hides what we’ve got left behind our eyes. She shows us that the awful trick a mask pulls off is not so much that it protects my invisible self, but it reveals exactly how much desolation I carry around with me. Her portraits of people in masks are cruel because the portrait so simply and so instantly tells us how much/little the mask has to hide, and we find we have no desire and no need to see these faces unmasked. When someone is masked, we see the person’s literal self. We can’t help it.

images-8images-10 Imagine Marilyn Monroe facing a besotted crowd and saying, “I’ve got my Marilyn Monroe mask on.” Imagine Cary Grant facing his own assortment of admirers and saying, “I’ve got my Cary Grant mask on.”  Blowing their covers.

Imagine they blow their covers, and the price they pay for this moment of plain fact is more illusion, more fantasy, not less.  Imagine this moment of plain fact  increases their audience’s enchantment. That, my friends, is a mask to be reckoned with.

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Funny, Artistic, Analog v. Digital–Many-splendored Bob D. At 92Y

imagesWe’ve just finished week 4 of the class I-can’t-help-it-if-I’m-lucky to be teaching at the 92nd St Y.  When I was a passive but opinionated student in this course, I felt more comfortable writing little narratives of the experience. The remedy is to act as though I’m still a passive and opinionated student.

images-1 It’s already been a parade of different voices and visions describing Bob Dylan. It’s one thing to know abstractly that Dylan is an artist who looks one way from one angle, another way from another angle, and the quantity of angles is too many to be arithmetically possible. But it’s another thing to have people smarter and more interesting than oneself demonstrate this fact.

What I hope to do here is not to provide distance learning, but to offer introductions to people and ideas that anyone may pursue on their own, with their own questions and detours and examples. Even better, perhaps someone else will want the pleasure of a similar class in their own wife’s hometown, and look into what it would take to organize one. We know that good people in good institutions are teaching the lyrics to Desolation Row in their 20th Century Lit courses, and I can’t be disingenuous and anti-intellectual about supporting that work. But the kind of informal potpourri of intelligent palaver about Dylan that a course like this provides, encourages such chances for creative and shared and unexpected relations to his art, unbound by the laws of academic discourse, valid as many of those laws. I always want to encourage my imaginary friends in their distant Future World to create singular  and self-made connections to this singular art.

images-7Our first guests were Norma and David Gaines, of Southwestern University in Texas.  Norma’s background is in art history, and she spoke to us about Dylan the Visual Artist. This was a nonpareil treat for me, personally, since informed and engaging discussions of his painting and draughtsmanship are few and far between.  Norma showed strongly-colored  images from Drawn Blank, and described the drawing technique in terms of impressionistic and expressionistic  traditions of Big M Modern art–the oblique or compressed viewpoint of a Kirchner street scene, the brisk strong outlines, singing colors,  and vigorous use of empty space of a Matisse. images-8images-3images-2 Dylan’s willingness to return to drawings again and again with different color schemes can remind us of Monet’s variations on a theme.  Norma was taken by the fiery sky Dylan applied to one of the variations of the receding train tracks, and it turned out to be a popular image with us also–so many bright and fevered  and strange skies in the songs, from diamond skies, to pain pouring down, to the Fourth Part of the Day.  Norma found a connection between Dylan’s self-portrait and Matisse’s portrait of his wife: the black outlined ear, the long-ish head, the bold eyebrows. What Norma did was let us see what Dylan may have seen that lingered in his mind visually as we know so much music and language lingers in his mind.  The argument that Bob Dylan is a great painter is not a road I would travel on. But that his paintings have a strong visual life to them, that their palettes and compositions hold the eye and invite us into one moment of seeing the world as this artist sees  and seizes it, that’s a road I can walk down, and Norma gave us an excellent clear-sighted and informative map.

images-10 David Gaines took his place at the desk to talk to us about humor and Bob Dylan. He confessed right up front that it’s nearly impossible to talk about humor without simply saying “That’s funny, isn’t it? And then that other thing, that’s funny too, isn’t it?” There are of course not just theories about humor but theories about why it is so hard to theorize about humor and now you are drifting off to sleep, as well you should be. David did great justice to his subject: he insisted that Dylan’s humor is underrated, insisted that taking humor seriously in Dylan’s songs does not extract the humor from the songs, played 115th Dream and Brownsville Girl. I laugh out loud just from the way Bob sings  ”I didn’t feel like letting my head get blown off,” and makes that sentiment sound lyrical and poignant, plus he croons about 6 syllables more than the musical line should be able to hold. So there is humor in the performances as well as in the lyrics. Bob the maskedandanonymous ubertrickster is already a cliche, but making Trickster Bob a cliche will not protect us from by being tricked. David mentioned a book that seems worth looking up, Trickster Makes the World, by Lewis Hyde.

Since humor is everywhere in Dylan–and humor is a way of being, while wit is verbal skills that do not originate in a laughing spirit–why is David right about this being underrated? I have a theory of two parts. First part:  So much of the canonical writing on Dylan, the inner circle of Dylan criticism and scholarship, does not manifest much wit or humor or lightheartedness. The writers who’ve set their teeth on Dylan and won’t let go, are going at him with a variety of  tones that may on first glance   substitute for humor, such as sarcasm, vitriol, puns, and flippancy, but there’s really not so much levity. Second part: A group of Dylan *fans* who are *discussing* their favorite artist’s work are more likely to resemble a dogfight, or more charitably, warring tribes enjoying a brief and suspicious truce,  than a party of happy laughing friends. He’s quite clear on not taking himself seriously, a lesson we have not clearly learned. Everyone listen to Gotta Serve Somebody and laugh out loud at the fact that we can’t be morally autonomous. Bob does it.

http://www.beachamjournal.com/journal/2009/10/peter-stone-brown-the-internetready-bob-dylan.html

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More matter with less art: Our guest on Oct 20 was Peter  Stone Brown, who raconteured us most unsummarizably, and too-briefly played his guitar for us. At the URLs above, you can first read a succinct and accurate description of  Peter’s talk on the succinct, accurate, and always-engaging blog of Mr Frank Beacham, and right below that you can access Peter’s own blog. Peter’s writings on Dylan can be found on bobdylan.com, and other places you can travel to via his own site. Peter has himself traveled with Dylan from the beginning, from a concert in Newark, New Jersey in November 1963, right on up to this Fall tour. He’s a great presence, because he’s been open and available to Dylan’s refashionings and self-discoveries over the decades, contradictory and enigmatic and uningratiating as they’ve been. Open and available, and skeptical and clearsighted and unslavish.  His relation to Dylan’s work is transparent in his manner of talking about the music and the performances, and can’t be reproduced or summarized easily. His comments about Dylan’s being “Internet-ready” (see Frank’s blog above) have been percolating in me for lo these two weeks and I look forward to brewing them up.  A natural and idiosyncratic storyteller doesn’t fit the distance learning mode, does he.

images-14 Last night, we entered the scary world of science and math, but luckily our guide was Tim Anderson, a professional audio engineer who made it possible for us to understand some of the technical concerns of recording that many of us fans take for granted or condescend to. I’m often smug about Bob Dylan’s preference for old-fashioned recording methods, with really no idea of what I’m talking about.  Tim explained not merely that but how digital recording makes it possible to eliminate from the recording the ambient sound of the room in which the music is being performed. He helped me see the way analog recording is a series of physical processes that preserve the continuity of a sound wave’s fluctuations , and digital recording reconstructs sound waves from ever-smaller sections of the wave–digital interrupts the continuity of a sound wave, although the fragmented bits are smaller than small, and the smaller they get, the more *fully* the sound wave can be rebuilt. I hope I have this right.

images-13 Bob Dylan has been outspoken about his distaste for digital sound. He apparently  does not want to lose the sound of the room in which he records his songs. I like to imagine that he wishes to capture the moment in time, the place-in-time, of the performance of the song. He wishes perhaps a thumbprint, a shadow, of the irrecoverable time and place to be present on the recording. All very Romantic-talk, but whether or not I am hearing the physical traces of time-and-place in this presence, perhaps the presentness of Dylan’s voice happens because he is comfortable believing the moment is being captured more comprehensively….  Oh well, throw on the dirt, pile on the dust.

images-15images-17 I then asked Tim to listen to One of Us Must Know, and then Most of the Time, and talk about two of Bob Dylan’s most well-known  ”sound albums.”  He helped me hear that some of that mythic thin wild mercury is  a matter of sibilance. The recording levels can be manipulated to emphasize the silvery  sibilance of Dylan’s vocals, as well as the percussion, especially cymbals. A discussion ensued in which the comment was made that this sibilance is less noticeable in other songs, such as Visions of Johanna. True enough, but there seems to be enough high brightness in the tones of the instruments throughout the album–the tinkly (in a good way) piano, e.g. Even Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands has its own brightness and does not have the vast open aural spaces of Oh Mercy. Tim explained how that distance between the vocals and the instruments is achieved, and how reverb contributes to the effect on this album that some of us adore (me), and many of us can’t stand (many others). An interesting comment was made that Most of the Time sounded like “a science fiction movie,” and for the first time I could hear the impersonal quality of the the album’s music–it sounds synthetic, I can hear that, but I still find it intoxicating.

images-18Last night’s class began and ended with the delightful experience of live music, as our own Toby performed The Times They Are A-Changin’, and then played both Lady Franklin’s Lament and Bob Dylan’s Dream, thus treating us to a wonderful lesson in Bob’s sources and borrowings. We ended the class with Toby’s performance of his own original talkin’ blues,  the cleverness and pleasure of which can’t be reproduced here.

Being That, For The Moment, I Have Had It Up To My Pupik With The “American Songbook,” Ho Ho Ho

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I already have a touch of Reviews-of-the-Christmas-Album Fatigue, but I  don’t have Christmas-Album-Itself Fatigue. And so we are off to the  surface of Neptune, to find my  Bob Dylan penpal-of-the-future and see what she thinks.  The lovely blue roundness you see above disguises a bleak lifeless landscape dotted with sharp rocks and yielding to a horizon of Mordor-ish volcanoes spewing great banners of flames into a perpetually dark but feverish sky. This poorly imagined landscape should be familiar to my Dear Readers of a certain age who enjoyed film strips about the History Of The Planet Earth in 3rd grade. On this sorry and frightening setting we find a scrap of Life, imperiled but undaunted: a little space module, next to it a makeshift arrangement of fabric and sticks propped against a boulder.  A figure appears from behind the module, in a space suit and staggering under a  heavy load of something it’s carrying over  to the fabric and sticks. This is our penpal, the lone survivor of a hopeful experiment. She’s only known a space ship and now Neptune, all companions have perished after providing her  with the skills and information required to survive here, alone.

images-3 And one other voice as company. Whatever was packed in the trunk of that space module, all that made it was Christmas In The Heart,  Bob Dylan’s 47th commercial release,  which was available in stores on the mother planet in October,  2009, and which features cover versions of a variety of songs relating to something called Christmas. This is the only company our little penpal has in her routines of whatever she does to pass the time and then pass it again and again. All she really knows is this patch of Neptune and 15 songs sung in the same voice.

images-5 Precious fictions aside, what does Christmas in the Heart mean?  There is this baby whose birth is repeated in several of the songs the melodies of which are especially solemn and portentous. The baby is a king of a great nation, although it is certainly not born in a palace. The baby seems to  demand attention and gifts from everyone, from impoverished child musicians on up to the angels. However,  the parents are not much in the picture here, and the boundaries of the kingdom it’s inherited aren’t clear either. This baby, and its mysterious heritage, vast prestige, and appetite for attention are Christmas.

images-6Does the baby grow up into this Santa Claus person? He’s described as wearing an outfit similar to the illustration here, a red coat, a cap, also adorned with a white beard: if not aristocratic, then a sage. And he’s always greeted with optimism and welcome, just as the baby is similarly greeted.  But these songs are buoyant rather than august, and Santa Claus brings rather than demands gifts,  so perhaps the great baby has grown into a mirthful and generous king who created Christmas to share largesse and good fortune with his subjects, who again can’t be narrowed down to a particular area. In one peppy Santa Claus number, the singer lists past presidents of the United States, other world leaders who likely enjoy, or in the case of those who have passed on, have enjoyed, the happy example set by this Santa Claus (who would appear to outlive the mortals he serves). Christmas is a kind of regulated and dependable munificence and lightheartedness. Who wouldn’t welcome this state of affairs?

images-8 However, we know that suffering is the lot of all conscious life, and  the human mind alone among all forms of sentience will  create suffering even when circumstances don’t justify anguish. And so among the songs of awe, cheer, and benevolence, there are tales of people unable or unwilling  to participate in the positive mood and activities associated with the event or condition of Christmas. Some are separated from the embrace of family, or they are entirely alone.  The song, Christmas Blues, with its infectious unhappiness, is strong evidence that self-inflicted despondency is universal to the human psyche. Christmas is truly an occasion that exceeds boundaries or categories.

images-9The one real enigma among this suggestive and fascinating material is Christmas Island. This is just a Jimmy Buffet song describing a vacation in a tropical locale.

images-10Here is a photo of the Christmas Tree Nebula. Happy Holidays my lonely little Neptunian. And your speculations about the singer of these songs are correct: he is older than stone and as warm as the stars.

You Can Talk About Me Plenty On Tuesday Nights At The 92nd St Y

imagesHere is my current  list of expected guests for the discussion class I’ll be leading at the Y, starting next Tuesday, Oct 6 at 8 PM. http://www.92y.org/shop/class_detail.asp?productid=AM3GA19. Anyone can still sign up, and sometimes it helps to know what’s in store:

  • David and Norma Gaines, Southwestern University: David, who’s written and presented on Dylan and teaches him in his lit courses, will be talking about humor in Dylan’s songs. Norma, whose background is in art history,  will be talking about The Drawn Blank Series.
  • Peter Stone Brown http://www.peterstonebrown.com/. Singer and songwriter, and you can find his writing on Dylan at bobdylan.com: http://www.bobdylan.com/#/music/tell-tale-signs
  • Tim Anderson: Sound and recording engineer, with a special interest in the history of audio recording. Tim will help us listen more closely to Bob Dylan’s recordings, by  talking about the nuts and bolts and bits and bytes of audio engineering, how the technology has changed from 1961 to 2009, and how this affects our listening experience.
  • Walter Raubicheck. Chairman of the English department at Pace University. Walter has published on Dylan, and teaches Dylan in his undergraduate lit course. He’ll be giving us a close and ardent look at Mr Tambourine Man. Walter may even sing, if we’re lucky.
  • Sean Wilentz: You can see Sean here in his office, with evidence of his Bob Dylan affinity: http://www.politico.com/arena/bio/sean_wilentz.html.  Prof. Wilentz’s renowned work  in the arenas of political and historical commentary and scholarship fortunately leaves him time to write and speak on Bob Dylan, and most fortunately, he’ll be sharing with us material from his upcoming book on Dylan.
  • Todd Gitlin: Todd Gitlin’s journalism, and cultural and political critiques and examinations are provocative and exemplary, and you can find an introduction to his work here: http://toddgitlin.net/about.html.  He’ll be speaking to us about Bob Dylan as “oral master instead of poet.”
  • David Massengill: http://www.davidmassengill.com/ A musician and writer with strong affinity for Dylan’s work. He’ll share perspectives, thoughts, and hopefully music as well.
  • Seth Rogovoyhttp://rogovoy.com/news1783.html. Author of an upcoming book, Bob Dylan: Prophet-Mystic-Poet, also an accomplished musician. Seth will share material and ideas from his book.
  • Rob Johnson: Writer, musician, Bob aficionado, and I understand he’s been a popular and memorable guest in past classes.
  • We’re also invited to attend a session of Louis Rosen’s songwriters course at the Y, http://www.92y.org/shop/class_detail.asp?productid=AM3GA18. He’ll be devoting that session to the topics of love and lust and whatever falls in between, in Dylan’s songs.

Music, discussion, questions should flow at every session. I hope anyone who attends will see right away that all guests will welcome conversation. And if we absolutely have got to stop everything and hear the sound check of New Pony, then we absolutely will.

Feel free to email me with any questions. gardenerisgone@gmail.com

All Those Who Want To Sail With Us

images-1 images-2If you happen to cultivate enthusiasm for either the man at left or the man at right, or–even better–you cultivate an enthusiasm for both of these gentlemen, I have a special invitation for you. Just pencil in the 2nd Monday of every month and see below:

3The New York Bob Dylan Meet-Up Group has changed our monthly get togethers to this venue, the Kettle of Fish, on Christopher St just off Sheridan Square in the west Village. Oh sure, there’s Bob Dylan history trailing the different locations the bar has called home during its life. But it also happens to be the closest thing to home that cheeseheads can enjoy in New York. This means that if you wish to drop by and meet Bob Dylan fans, and then find that discussing the relative merits of fifteen different live versions of In the Garden is more taxing than you expected, you would be able to  amble over to the bar and talk about the Green Bay Packers with the warm and hospitable owners and denizens of the Kettle.

NEW YORK BOB DYLAN MEET-UP GROUP

When: Meets the 2nd Monday of every month. 6 PM–

Where: The Kettle of Fish 59 Christoper St

http://kettleoffishnyc.com/

Next meeting: Monday, October 12

Please drop by if you want to talk Bob. We are diverse, opinionated, and friendly.