BOB DYLAN - Together through life. Of great songs and listless performances. 
Everywhere I turn there is someone who cries on Bob Dylan that is gone, the wonderful artist who once was (almost) just words, then was music (beautiful) and even a beautiful voice (hot and incredibly profound, if somewhat 'artificial, that of "Lay Lady Lay"). E 'state and was folk rock, colored its little things reggae fun is fun, did the bluesman stealing right and left, but we forgive (as you can not forgive Dylan?). And it was, late in life, with "To Make You Feel My Love", a wonderful ladies of pop (ask Billy Joel, who is not stupid, who has recorded for a "Greatest Hits" slips between the things his best - how can everyone steals). E 'was also, at the time of "Hard Rain" - with a feather stuck in his hat - a wonderful cowboy. Today, with the two whiskers from hawk who exhibits since "Love and Theft", with those black satin pants and put the strip that runs the leg seems to Zorro, who is wiry and thank goodness, otherwise we tend to Sancho Panza.
Since polished enough to buy discs by Bob Dylan, expect the new one with the same anxiety and emotion riconsoo when I hear it coming, but for a while 'his shows leave me baffled.
has a title, the next Dylan, that fascinates me greatly, almost as much as "Blood On The Tracks" or "Blonde On Blonde", "Together Through Life." Together through life, or something like that, everyone can find a different shade. We all pulled behind something in our lives. Children have the "rag" that became the cover of Linus, others have an amulet, and still others never goes anywhere without a book (which constantly re-read) or from a disk. Today someone puts everything in an I-Pod, and reads, look, listen. I when I can go to concerts, I always remember someone or something. Those of Dylan are really "together through life." And since his last concert I was disappointed and the next is unknown, I play along and relive the memory of five (five?) All other lines, to be sure that someone will lose me on the street.
LAY LADY LAY That time I was in front of a turntable, in the large lounge of a seaside villa. It is not was my first concert (the palm is up to a show of Orme, I think, in Rimini, a small club called Splash that maybe I had about 7 years, my mother took me, drove me crazy "Mita Mita" that the group devoted to Mita Medici, I think I read on the cover of the 45 at the time), nor my first concert of Bob Dylan, but it's as if Dylan was playing for me. "Lay Lady Lay," andatevela to listen in these days when Dylan braying that it is a beauty, seems to come from another planet is sung so well, so unusual for Dylan. What a voice. Warm, baritone, almost like that of Johnny Cash, that the disc ("Nashville Skyline") Dylan sings "Girl From the North Country." Down with those who consider "Nashville Skyline" album is a minor. I was eight years old, I opened a gigantic door.
CHANGING OF THE GUARDS That time I went near to London by train. Find the story in my post in 2008. I and another half a million people crowded on the lawn of an airport. Dylan returned to Europe to twelve years of 1966 motorcycle accident that had swelled the voice (say, and I believe that when I listen to "Lay Lady Lay" in 1968). The first time you never forget. And I will not forget. Although Dylan was already (1978) abused his songs now immersing a glass reggae ("Do Twink Twice, It's All Right"), now chock flutes silly ("Mr. Tambourine Man"). Her puff sleeves, a funny and cylinder make-up eyes. But I thought God was my changing of the guard: to move from music played at Villa Ada with my friends in the real thing
. I did not even eighteen.
LICENCE TO KILL That time when Dylan sang in Verona, the Arena, and press conference sporting a straw hat that looked like the scarecrow Orzoro advertising. The photos, quite unusual, made around the world, and I too, trying to get that day in the city Romeo and Juliet in the military permission, I made a series of revolutions and trouble those who arrived late. Too late. Three dates in Rome, a month later, they put me at peace with the awareness and the barracks. Dylan was on the second real album with Mark Knopfler ("Infidels"), so his songs, "direstraits-ized", had a pleasant to be treasured, not least because during the years Bob would have dragged a bit 'wearily, except that bright backlash ("Oh Mercy", 1989) next to Daniel Lanois, U2 man. At the concert, Mick Taylor I appreciated more than Dylan when Dylan let him play. I went home and listened to "Jokerman," "I and I" and "Licence To Kill 'all night long because the new disc were more beautiful. E "Sweetheart Like You", my absolute favorite, because in three nights Dylan had not been able to do it once. He was twenty years. I could still hear music until dawn.
PRECIOUS MEMORIES That time at the Festival of Unity, in the Modenese pratone arrived being accompanied by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, which affected at the time of his finest records. One of his students had surpassed the master. But Dylan and the remnant of the bottom of the eighties I was sorry. In those years, Bobby had met Dave Stewart without doing too much damage, had just published the wavering "Empire Burlesque" (where "I'll Remember You" and "Emotionally Yours," even if the long tail of Dylan were all home and church were sparks), then he even put in writing with Sam Shepard, an old friend from the Rolling Thunder Revue. When we arrived - I, Robert R., Graziano R., Z. Mauro, Paolo A., but I forget at least ten - with fresh ears, fresh, of "Brownsville Girl" (Dylan / Shepard, was a masterpiece of gospel- rock), we enjoyed not just succeed. Also because there was not enough to understand that casino condition was that Dylan live. I was in my mid-twenties
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DO NOT DO ME LIKE THAT That time came to Rome, after Modena. The next day? two days later? A month later? who knows who can help me. But there were those days, a tour pompously called "Temples in Flame." At the indoor stadium of Rome, the tour with the straw hat, opened Roger Mc Guinn, then there were Petty with his Heartbreakers, great band, best rock and roll of the decade, equal to the E Street Band. So far a perfect mechanism, a clock. Then enter Dylan, with his chitarrone white, and something turns bad. Why if in the middle of the Heartbreakers, directing traffic, there is a policeman of Minnesota, become in an instant as the Piazza Venezia at year end, or Piazza San Babila, when Milan won the Scudetto: a mess. "Do not Do Me Like That," Dylan, I say this with Petty's song. Do not make me such a thing again, Dylan, that the next time I sign on his finger. Almost ten years of concerts and Dylan For now, thin enough satisfaction.
The temple is on fire. I'm an average twenty-six disappointed again.
A HARD RAIN That evening Parco Nord in Bologna that God has sent all the rain that had . But not so bad. I owe to tell. P. Robby and I are guests, backstage, bassist Tony Garnier, who is a friend of a friend of ours. To shelter by the time we see Van Morrison on stage. A shot in the side, we have a strange, strange but a lot '. Balla ... ... mmm, oh well ... moves to a rhythm all its own. I see jeans, Frye boots, sweat-soaked cap and extra large. Check the nose, a nose but it is not any. When I understand it is the nose of Bob Dylan, just one of many drawings and many photographs, give a nudge to Robby, is that because the drummer is beating the tubes Innocenti on which we supported. Do not believe it, I must insist. I insist. We saw Van Morrison next to Bob Dylan. Then he played, but I swear that I remember little except a good and rare "Man of Peace". Three months and I will do exactly 30 years. So in less than 30 years 5 times I saw Dylan, Van Morrison and Dylan looks at once. I could have been worse.
A HARD RAIN part.2 That evening, interrupting a vacation in the peaceful hills of Chianti to go in the chaos of the Pistoia Blues Festival. But he plays Bob Dylan, and since I missed his Italian tour of 1992 and 1994, you will understand ... A nice piece of road, hundreds of curves and me and a nice bunch of Dylan are at Piazza Duomo. A haven for freaks, it seems Woodstock thirty years later. We think Bucky Baxter with his pedal steel guitar to make it clear that there is very little blues and Dylan, the usual Dylan. What luck to run largely well-known pieces, so - Clinging to a wire mesh - are even able to make a good impression with his friend, John R., you have to do a piece for a newspaper and is in a panic. The rattles off a title after another (including the horror "Silvio") and he suddenly seems to one who has seen her. The meeting hours after the highway is not in better shape than it is in motion, a hundred and fifty per hour, torrential rain. On second thought, it's been exactly five years (July 7 to July 7) from the evening of Bologna. In two months my clock will say that I am 35 years old. But Dylan is always, somehow,
next to me. As time goes on.
A LADDER TO THE STARS that night that Dylan is going to do Filotto but fails. Had it been July 7, 1998, Bobby would have made his last three stops in Italy Always on July 7. A record hard to beat. Instead it is the 5, but is the same in Rome, a special evening. For a variety of circumstances that I will not explain, I call Fernanda Pivano who is in Rome for contacts with a publisher. I would go to see Dylan, give me a hand? I? Well, we'd go anyway, in fact I'm working on. I offer high availability. Punctual appointment as it was when he was translating Dylan, and she appears as if I opened wide the doors to a world. I pass in front of a movie: the Beat Generation, Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan, Hemingway, Joan Baez, who sings Dylan De Andrè, the preface of "On the Road Kerouac." We go down one by one the steps to the palace of Civilization and Labour (the Mussolini gappy) lead us to the backstage area of \u200b\u200bBob Dylan. I would not swear but we stopped to greet Francesco De Gregori, another that is not there by accident. When we arrive at Bob's trailer opens the door would open as if he had been told that George Harrison was out. I am a hole in the panels that face the stage, I make little small and I see the concert from there. Next to me there's Johnny Depp with Vanessa Paradis, but not if they no shit. It took exactly twenty years to see my best concert Bob Dylan (with "Man in the Long Black Coat" and "To Make You Feel My Love," which Dylan wrote recently but it seems a classic). Meanwhile, I arrived in nearly thirty-seven.
COUNTRY PIE That evening, a place more bad you could not find everyone happy but we go to Florence to see Dylan in a bad indoor stadium. The show is pretty "country" in quotation marks. It will be coupled to the Charlie Sexton, Larry Campbell, but I see plenty of mandolins and slide guitars. So my mind and say, softly, "who knows ... Nashville Syline, who knows." I did well, because "Nashville Skyline, "the record that I like so much, when it materializes Dylan nods to the boys and decided to play" Country Pie ". Good just like the cake Grandma Duck. Dylan starts to close old, but old. My friend John C., which is activated as a professional, I will see close-ups of days after that - he says - out of respect you can not sell to anyone. We recently entered the new millennium. Once a year and I expect 40 years of tape to be cut. With Dylan, including rain and pain, we are almost 10 concerts in a quarter century.
SUMMER DAYS that night that Dylan played baseball. No, not a scoop. Not has happened but it does something to play on a "diamond" of baseball. We are at Anzio, where the Americans landed, and where in 2001, fresh from the new album, Dylan is a large audience of chairs waiting for him. The day before what had happened to me never happen to me: I have waited for Dylan on the door of a hotel, I saw him walk over, as any, I took the elevator with him, I opened the door of a room where he was waiting for a dozen journalists, there to talk to him about "Love and Theft." The only one who has not made a single demand was the Italian one. The next day, a full-page "exclusive interview" with all other applications. It happens to all those who would like to ask Bob Dylan to end up so do not ask for anything. It would have happened to me too. But I'm not sure.
for elderly, routine. How to Pistoia Blues Festival was a no blues, here's a free jazz Jazz Festival. Although Dylan, now, everything is mixed, because the new album, where the cover photo looks shabby but Bobby seems to be a model in his sixties, there is a faint trace of jazz, especially when in "Summer Days" which along with Mississippi I like it very much, you are traveling on a road that crosses Django Reinhardt and the Stray Cats. I wish I could remember of the concert and be able to say more, but I little to remember and even less to say. The Dylan live, if I ever met, I lost some time. The time was enough to take giant strides toward my 40 years, now I'm really around the corner. Anzio Bye bye, bye bye and Dylan. I come home and tried a couple of beers under my shirt too. Fortunately, in the car with me, along with a Dylan who sings well, "Anthony R. there, so" line "straight.
THROUGH LIFE TOGETHER That evening Palaeur that Dylan has returned to Rome for the third time in twenty-five years have given hole. I wonder where I was. Bad signal. I also hiatus Italian tour with Dylan in 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008. To be a father. But it's a little lie, because if he came back once with The Band (or whatever it is) to accompany him, once with the Counting Crows, once with the E Street Band, and once I was there with the Subdudes, The
'm positive . And you have any doubts? But the old story is always the same, now looks back on Tony Garnier 2000 concerts (the shot, thinking not too wrong) that their grandchildren will not know maybe one day tell. If Dylan is on hiatus for a while 'when confronted with the stage, some break me I can allow myself.
But that night - a few nights ago - that Dylan is back more in Rome, where the last time, I am told, had to trot all the time behind a piano, that night I was there. The evening that the calendar was written April 17, 2009 I was there. For affection. Because of an incurable disease. For nostalgia. Why am one who does not throw the toy cars or Subbuteo players, I figured if I throw Dylan.
The truest truth of all is that I was rested from the usual routine of Dylan's "Never-ending-tour for seven years. We could feel it move your ass and I was doing on a Vespa twelve kilometers to go see Dylan. Dylan, who has a little 'Jack Frost signature as the production of her albums are all very similar, I welcome - help! - With his piano. The ass in the middle of the stage led him once to stretch out behind a guitar and a couple of times to spit inside the harmonica. If Dylan is not Dylan for a while ', is less so today than ever. I fear that he and Tom Waits are customers of the same laryngologist crazy. Only that the Waits vociaccia has built a career, Bobby his career he has scrapped with the unbearable and listless bray. No matter who is mortifying as a monument "Do not Think Twice It's All Right" or trying to make us understand, in words, that his band is playing "Boots Of English Leather": everything worked little, and badly.
Dylan was once a man words, when the music for him was an accessory with which to keep busy the strings of his acoustic guitar. Then it was also a man of music, beautiful. It is now sadly a man of riffs and rhythms. Falls for a ride, looped it does to those donkeys of his band (not that they are not able to play, simply are not able to rebel or to leave) and puts us in an old wonder who has nothing more wonderful. Listen live now Dylan is like making love insossando three condoms, one over the other, and different colors. It 's like seeing a good movie from the box with your ticket and popcorn in hand but without exceeding the heavy velvet curtains. It 's like going to the stadium and stay out of the stand to look at scarves.
This time I brought home a tear during the centuries-old "Like A Rolling Stone" (I've written a book with that title, how could I remain indifferent?) And a smile of sympathy for the "Spirit On The Water", written l 'yesterday, but copied by someone. I enjoyed without showing it to Salvatore S. and B. Fabrizio, who were satisfied with their first time, that you never forget. They made me think about my first time and all life - beautiful - that there was in the middle, between those my seventeen years and forty-eight, which are now far from fifty only a couple of Dylan albums.
The new one, disk is coming. He says, "Together Through Life." I have not heard anything, I can wait, I did not want to chase around the Internet, Dylan does not. "Together through life", what a beautiful way Mr. Dylan. What is a threat? I'm going to stretch beyond a couple of years. We will meet again. I know.
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The photo of Bob Dylan with the black hat and Philip De Orc (17/04/2009) - thanks!
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