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THe Dark Side of Dylan

By John J. Thompson
Christianity Today
September 11, 2012

Today, 50 years after releasing his self-titled debut LP, Bob Dylan unveils Tempest, his 35th studio album. And with it, Dylan, 71, continues what may be the longest uninterrupted era of critical acclaim—including our 4-star review—of his incredible career.
Not that Dylan has ever seemed to care too much for critics' opinions, but since the praise, sales, and awards of 1997's Time Out of Mind, he has maintained a consistent formula of swampy, shuffling, roots rock settings upon which his increasingly ragged voice howls, whistles, winks, and moans.
Elements of Christian theology comingle with folklore, classic poetry, rural history, and oblique personal confession in arresting ways. Though it seems most contemporary Dylanophiles see this era as having begun 15 years ago, the seeds can be found in his often maligned late '80s sets Down in the Groove and Oh Mercy.
Since last month's brief interview with Rolling Stone about the new album, much has been made of the "darkness" of it all. Dylan remarked that he had originally intended for this project to be more specifically "religious" in nature, but the strictures he placed on his songwriting process caused the focus to shift to an assortment of stories and subjects that presented themselves more readily. Those changes notwithstanding, Tempest is as deeply spiritual and haunting as his best work has always been.
Rolling Stone calls it "the single darkest record in Dylan's catalog." The Los Angeles Times, regarding the title track (a 14-minute opus on the sinking of the Titanic), observes, "The reference to an 'inner spirit' implies an outer spirit and in this context suggests an inner transformation under way. And sure enough, Dylan sees an earthly disaster in spiritual terms, and ominously spiritual at that." London's Telegraph notes the album's "dark ruminations," calling it "one of his darkest, bloodiest and most foreboding collections of songs, set in a barren landscape of Godless self-interest, moral equivocation, and random violence."
Wow.
Dylan in the 1960s
Dylan in the 1960s
But if all these experts think such darkness is new to Dylan's work, they haven't really been listening for the last 50 years. In 1962 a 21-year old Dylan concluded his debut album with "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean" and this lyric: "Well my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold / Now I believe what the Bible told."
While Dylan lore has him facing death at least twice (his mysterious motorcycle accident in 1966 and a fungal respiratory infection that affected his heart in 1997), the truth is that he has embraced darker themes from the very beginning. To talk about the "dark side of Bob Dylan" is to imply that there is a light side. Sure, the bard has broken protocol a few times, but even on the sweetest of his love songs—"To Make You Feel My Love," for instance—there is always darkness around the edges.
"Rainy Day Women #12 & 35," with its cartoonish pub-song wailing "Everybody Must Get Stoned," is about persecution and abuse dressed up like a drinking song. Like a master painter, Dylan uses these darker brush strokes to give his songs depth, contrast, and resonance. He may be bending the escapist rules of popular music by constantly contemplating mortality, sin, the dark power of the human heart, and the fallen-ness of the world he calls his temporary home, but his creative DNA is far more informed by traditional blues, country, and folk music than contemporary pop. Thank God.

Exploring the shadows

Though Dylan certainly did not invent laments, murder ballads, depression songs, or apocalyptic literature, his greatest contribution to the collective art experience of the 20th and 21st centuries may be how commercially accessible his explorations of the shadows have been.
Maybe it's an accident of timing, but Dylan's ecclesiastical voice is absolutely unique within the confines of the Baby Boomer generation and the art they crafted. The fact that his musical sojourns so frequently and artfully included well formed considerations of the gospel simply adds to his gravitas. The material that closely followed his conversion to Christianity in the late 1970s reflected a far darker and more biblically accurate view of the life and priorities of a Jesus follower than most socially polite "gospel" music would ever dare. There were no holds barred, for instance, in the decidedly impolite and absolute sentiments of "Gotta Serve Somebody":
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Smack in the middle of the "me" decade, here was a prophet crying in the wilderness that any of our concepts of personal freedom are ultimately a myth. Our option is not to serve or to be independent, but simply to choose to whom we will ultimately bow. Sure, many of his fans hated this era of his music, but any honest consideration of his meta-narrative would have to include stark observations such as this.
There is nothing darker, and more liberating, than the ultimate message of the gospel. Despite the sentiments of self-help televangelists, politically correct professors, and greeting card theologists, the gospel is as dark as it gets. Every human is born guilty. Every person lives under a death sentence. The human life is ultimately a choice between a temporal (though eventually victorious) struggle against our own nature—the death of the self—followed by an eternal reward of rest and peace, or it is about a loving God surrendering his creation to its own willful desire to be apart from him eternally. The choice is up to each individual person, but they face a host of enemies and allies along their own journey.

Recognizing the human condition

Regardless of his well-shrouded personal theology, Dylan has always been extremely adept at recognizing the human condition and calling it what it is: a life-long struggle with eternal implications. Certainly many Christians wish he would have remained as didactic as he seemed to be on his "Christian" records Slow Train Coming, Saved and Shot of Love, but that's because many Christians seem uncomfortable with the process of discernment. Why wrestle with meaning when there are easier answers to be had elsewhere?
As influential as those records were in the Christian community, the truth is that Dylan's impact goes back much further. Early Christian artists such as John Fischer, Larry Norman, Randy Stonehill, and Mark Heard (among many others) were much more inspired by the prophetic impact and truth-telling of Dylan than they were of the syrupy-sweet Christian music of their day.
His influence continued long after the "Christian Years." Scores of edgy, brave, Christian artists echoed Dylan's brutally realistic and relentlessly honest style. Switchfoot's 2005 album, Nothing Is Sound, includes the song "Happy Is a Yuppie Word," inspired by Dylan's answer to a 1991 Rolling Stone question about whether he was happy. "These are yuppie words; 'happiness' and 'unhappiness," he said. "It's not happiness or unhappiness; it's either blessed or unblessed." Switchfoot's Jon Foreman may have said it best elsewhere on that same record in the song "The Shadow Proves the Sunshine," clearly echoing Dylan's penchant for Psalmic meditation:
Oh Lord, why did you forsake me?
Oh Lord, don't be far away
Storm clouds gathering beside me
Please Lord, don't look the other way
Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
The shadow proves the sunshine
With songs like "Pay in Blood" on Tempest, it's clear that Dylan is not done referencing the Bible for ultimate answers. It's sad that many people will likely miss the obvious substitutionary references in the song. The implications are powerful, and yes, dark. We each ultimately pay in blood—either our own or that of Christ. That's certainly not a message that is "safe for the whole family," but it is the gospel.
The pop landscape is populated with artists and fans who are perfectly satisfied to whistle past their own graveyards. So much modern music simply serves as ditties to sing along to as they ignore their mortality, their fallen nature, and the implications of their choices. Some people, however, choose to walk through the cemetery gate, spread a blanket on the ground, and have a picnic. It is only when the implications, powers, and ultimately the weakness of the grave are confronted, processed, and inhabited that real peace can be found.
The truth is that there is much darkness left to be overcome before we find ourselves in our eternal rest. There are a good number of contemporary Christian artists who can take a cue from Bob Dylan when it comes to the transformative power of the dark.
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Review: 'The Tempest' by Bob Dylan

By Neil McCormick
The Telegraph
7 September 2012

What should we expect from Bob Dylan in 2012? After 50 years on the road, it is surely remarkable that rock’s greatest and most revered lyricist is still going at all, let alone fiercely engaged with music, still performing hundreds of gigs a year, still writing and recording. Tempest, released by Columbia Records next week, will be Dylan’s 35th studio album. What is even more remarkable is that it is among his best ever.
If there has been a criticism of Dylan’s later work, it is that the lyricism only rarely touches the poetic heights of his classic Sixties and Seventies songs. He has had a tendency to write in simple, bluesy rhyming couplets with phrases liberally borrowed from traditional songs. There is a sense of patchwork in which tension often derives from collision and contrast, the friction of ideas, characters and images rubbing up against each other in places where you are not quite sure they really belong. While Tempest maintains some of this jackdaw sensibility, Dylan sounds genuinely fired up by the possibilities of language. The whole album resounds with snappy jokes and dark ruminations, vivid sketches and philosophical asides.
“They battened down the hatches/But the hatches wouldn’t hold” Dylan warns on the title track, with something like a chuckle of relish discernible in his stretched leather voice. There is a storm raging throughout this album, metaphorically and literally. On a deceptively bright and breezy opening track, rattling railroad song Duquesne Whistle, Dylan hears the train’s whistle speak with the sweet voice of “the mother of the Lord” and scream “like the sky’s going to blow apart”. Right there, in the confluence of religious faith and apocalyptic portent, Dylan establishes themes on one of his darkest, bloodiest and most foreboding collection of songs, set in a barren landscape of Godless self-interest, moral equivocation and random violence. It is a world where you can always find “another politician pumping out the ----” and “another angry beggar blowing you a kiss” (Pay in Blood).
“I think when my back was turned/ The whole world behind me burned” Dylan drawls on the magnificently bleak Long and Wasted Years. Lovers betray and murder one another, men of God swear vengeance and devils stalk the land in the guise of bankers and salesmen wearing “shark skin suits/Bow ties and buttons and high-top boots… Meddlers and peddlers, they buy and they sell/They destroyed your city, they’ll destroy you as well” (Early Roman Kings).
The perspective of Dylan’s narrator constantly blurs and shifts, moving from world-weary cynicism to sorrowful compassion to the morbid glee of a fire-and-brimstone preacher perversely satisfied that, as predicted, the worst has come to pass. As the firebrand of social protest in the Sixties, Dylan was sometimes hailed as a lyrical prophet leading the young generation to a better future. In his 71st year, he seems more like an Old Testament figure, proclaiming the end is nigh. The times they have a-changed, indeed.
Tempest is certainly his strongest and most distinctive album in a decade. The sound is a distillation of the jump blues, railroad boogie, archaic country and lush folk that Dylan has been honing since 2001’s Love and Theft, played with swagger and character by his live ensemble and snappily produced by the man himself.
A notoriously impatient recording artist, Dylan seems to have found a style that suits his working methods. Drawing on the early 20th-century Americana that first grabbed his attention as a young man (and that he celebrated in his Theme Time Radio Hour shows) and surrounding himself with slick, intuitive musicians capable of charging these nostalgic grooves with contemporary energy, his late-period albums
seem a continuation of his tours, as if he rolls right off the stage and into the studio and just keeps rocking. It is a process that seems to unlock something in him, enabling him
to keep firing out lyrics, and not worry too much about the bigger picture. As he recently told Rolling Stone, it is a working method where “anything goes and you just got to believe it will make sense”.
The 54 verses of the epic title track are crammed with lyrical delights. The captain of a sinking ship catches his reflection in the glass of a compass and “in the dark illumination, he remembered bygone years/ He read the Book of Revelation, filled his cup with tears”. Melody and rhythm all fit sleekly and snugly with the lyrics, and Dylan’s gargling, croaking old voice is right out front, delivering each line with precision and expression.
The ship in question is the Titanic, whose fate Dylan conjures up like a nightmarish dream, a disaster containing “every kind of sorrow”. Dispensing with the historic iceberg, Dylan depicts the great ship almost sinking under the weight of its own hubris, while chaos and confusion reign on board, “brother raised up against brother/ They fought and slaughtered each other”. “People are going to say, 'Well, it’s not very truthful,’ ” Dylan recently conceded. “But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about is what should’ve happened, what could’ve happened. That’s its own kind of truth.” In Dylan’s hands, the ship becomes a metaphor for man’s fatal self-aggrandisement. Performed as a jaunty waltz, Dylan evokes the disaster with almost comical indifference to the fate of “the good, the bad, the rich, the poor/ The loveliest and the best”. The only solace he offers to the bereaved “who waited and the landing and tried to understand” is that “There is no understanding/ For the judgment of God’s hand”.
Everywhere on Tempest, people come to a bad end, often quite grotesquely, being strangled, stabbed, garrotted and drowned. On the mesmerising nine-minute Tin Angel, Dylan relates a terrible tale of adultery, murder and suicide over a slippery double bass riff. There is, to be fair, love and compassion on offer too. Indeed, the album concludes with Roll On, John, a gorgeous, shaggy, sweetly sentimental paean to John Lennon, yet there is little to suggest Dylan shares his old comrade’s notion that love might save us all. “Help comes”, Dylan drily notes as he piles up little cruelties in the magnificently bleak Scarlet Town, “but it comes too late”.
Tempest could be depicted as an album about the testing of belief in extreme circumstances but Dylan maintains enough ambivalence so that you are not always sure where his allegiance really lies, singing with dreamy relish of a place where “love is a sin and beauty is a crime/ All things are beautiful in their time/ The black and the white, the yellow and the brown/ It’s all up there for you in Scarlet Town”.
It is a song the equal of anything in Dylan’s canon, on an album of hidden corners and secret thrills. Fifty years after he first exploded the boundaries of songwriting, rock’s greatest ever lyricist is keeping a tight grip on his crown.
Tempest is released by Columbia records on Monday

The Tempest: First Listen

By Neil McCormick
The Telegraph
8 August 2012

“I’m searching for phrases to sing your praises,” croons Bob Dylan on Soon After Midnight. It is fantastic to be able to report that popular music’s greatest troubadour is still as brilliant and bewildering as ever.
Bob Dylan's new album Tempest
Bob Dylan's new album Tempest
Words spill out on his 35th album, Tempest, to be released by Columbia next month: one liners, couplets, random observations, overheard expressions, inverted slogans and non sequiturs, verses and images often set up in baffling opposition to one another. What sounds at first like a gentle country love song contains the admission “My heart is fearful / It’s never cheerful / I’ve been down on the killing floor” and concludes with the threat to drag the corpse of somebody called Two Timing Tim “through the mud”.
There’s a lot of blood spilt on Tempest through murder and revenge, chaos and confusion. On the Muddy Waters style, harmonica-driven blues of Narrow Way, Dylan declares “this is a hard country to stay alive in / I’m armed to the hilt.” Although unfolding with a lot of wit and relish, this is Dylan’s darkest, maddest, most provocative collection of songs in a long time.
The word is that Dylan is pleased with his latest effort, or, as someone at his record company told me, “he wants people to hear it.” I have had the privilege of being amongst a select few journalists around the world to be allowed a sneak preview. It would be absurd to attempt a definitive review based on such a cursory listen but I was blown away with the mad energy of the album. At 71-years-old Dylan is still striking out into strange new places rather than revisiting his past. Although he no longer attempts to scale the heights of poetic imagery and dense metaphor that established him as popular music’s greatest lyricist, instead writing in bluesy couplets, the extreme collision of ideas and characters and the mysterious, ambivalent arcs of his narratives creates a pungent effect. Dylan still has the power to disturb and thrill. I emerged from this listening session feeling like I had been on a journey into the weird dream territory of Ballad Of A Thin Man, where nothing is quite what it seems.
His voice, often little more than a croak on stage these days, invests these ten tracks with the spirit of something ancient. Sure, he has the wheeze and gargle of an old man, but the words come through loud and clear, delivered with real relish. Los Lobos founder David Hidalgo’s fiddle weaves through the acoustic shuffle of Dylan’s touring band, guitarist Charlie Sexton, Stu Kimball and Donnie Heron, drummer George Receli and bassist Tony Garnier.
The sound is a continuation of the blues, country and folk styles that run through all his later work, but with less of the kind of Thirties pastiche he’s played with since 2001’s Love And Theft . There is a sense is that Dylan is still honing in on that wild, mercurial music he hears in his head.
These ten tracks range from the throwaway blues of Early Roman Kings to the nine minute ballad Tin Angel to the title track which runs to 45 verses and 14-minutes, relating a vision of the sinking of the Titanic. The album’s beautiful, surprising conclusion, Roll On John, is almost out of character, a shaggy, loose piano and organ lament for one of rock’s great dreamers, John Lennon. Dylan sings to his lost friend “your bones are weary, you’re about to breath your last / Lord you know how hard that bit can be” before breaking into an elegiac, bittersweet chorus (“Shine a light / Move it on / You burned so bright / Roll on John”). This is an album I can’t wait to hear again, the sound of a great artist approaching the twilight of his career with fearless creativity, our finest songwriter regarding the murderous madness of the world with an unflinching gaze and a loving heart. Roll on, Bob.
Tempest is released on September 10 on Columbia

Bob Dylan’s Latest Award For Being Bob Dylan

By Jon Friedman
The Wall Street Journal
http://blogs.wsj.com/speakeasy/
May 23, 2012


Bob Dylan performs onstage during the 17th Annual Critics' Choice Movie Awards held at The Hollywood Palladium on January 12, 2012 in Los Angeles, California.
(Christopher Polk/Getty Images North America)

Not even Bob Dylan, who will receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom on May 29 at the White House, can fully explain why he has been so highly decorated relatively late in his life.

For instance, Dylan sounded bemused in 2001, as he was turning 60, when a European journalist asked him whether he was surprised to be winning so many high-profile awards.

“I’m winning a lot of stuff,” Dylan conceded, bemused by the rush of awards. Was this a part of a sudden recognition of Dylan a s a cultural force for good after his decades of important work?

“There may be an element of that,” Dylan shrugged in 2001. Also likely, Dylan is finally being hailed for both his remarkable and still-evolving body of memorable songs — Dylan released his first album 50 years ago, in 1962 — and longevity on the popular-culture scene. Ever industrious, Dylan earlier this month completed a tour of South America and Central America. In March, he completed recording his first studio album in three years. Word has it that the new record will be released this summer.

Dylan, who turns 71 on May 24, will receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom that same month at the White House along with a host of other luminaries. Novelist Toni Morrison and former U.S. Secretary of State Madeleine Albright are among the 13 people who will be awarded the country’s highest civilian honor by President Barack Obama.

You might say that Dylan’s renaissance began at around the time he received the prestigious Grammy award for Best Album in 1998 for “Time Out of Mind.” A few years later, he took home the Oscar for Best Song for “Things Have Changed” from “Wonder Boys.”

Dylan has since been honored by a number of organizations — though, his fans ruefully note, a Nobel Prize in the category of writing has still eluded his grasp. They hope that this latest citation will next bring Dylan a Nobel accolade.

What does Dylan think of this latest honor? Of course, Dylan is notoriously private when it comes to expressing his thoughts about these kinds of occasions. When pundits repeatedly ask him to say what his songs mean, he tells them, as he put it in 1981, “the answers to those questions (are in) the songs themselves.”

Who knows? If Dylan ever decided to talk about his feelings now, he might think for a moment, break into a grin and shrug: “I used to care/But things have changed.”

Jon Friedman is the author of “Forget About Today: Bob Dylan’s Genius for (Re)invention, Shunning the Naysayers and Creating a Personal Revolution,” which Penguin will be publishing in August.

Today's Tune: Bob Dylan - Not Dark Yet