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Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings ‘neath the falling leaves.Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower.
…Gentlemen, he said,
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes,
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
— Dylan, Changing of the GuardsBob Dylan tangles with law in Long Branch | APP.com | Asbury Park Press — Music superstar Bob Dylan got tangled up in blue in late July when he had a run-in with police called to investigate a suspicious man peeking into a vacant home.
http://tinyurl.com/l725t3
at least it wasn’t in paterson. (“…the man the authorities came to blame for something that he never done…”)
Does anyone else here go? It’s such a great experience. Even though I totally burn myself out, i find my batteries recharged; my cynical faith in human beings renewed, spirit and soul revived…. 8) Any other stories out there??
if i ever make it to Covington or Cincinnati, lafayette, i’m sticking to you like glue for the latest tweets! 😀
@Lefty wrote:
Very cool, Ray. Who else did you see & like? How’s “Nawlins” looking?
you had to ask!! it’s hard to encapsulate all in a short post but, allright lefty, without hogging NEIL!’s space, i’ll offer up a report as a separate thread…
oh yeah, almost 2 wks, with NEIL! as the closer. Still recovering….
i can’t say it any better than these comments i just found on the ny times jazzfest blog:
“Neil Young’s Jazzfest performance was nothing less than monstrous — in the best way possible.
Because he has long sung in falsetto, his voice has largely survived intact — clear, sometimes shrill, but always full of deep emotion — and his bare-knuckled lead guitar (he doesn’t use a pick) was almost transcendent: you could literally close your eyes and imagine you were back at Woodstock.
His set list choices were both forward-looking and respectful of those of us who pine to hear the old chestnuts, and his encore — a rendition of the Beatles “A Day in the Life” — was a gift that keeps on giving.
I felt lucky to be there.”
— Alexm“I was there, fifty feet away from Neil Young. It was a spiritual experience — in addition to being an amazing guitarist, the emotion that he brings to every single bar of the music keeps you in thrall constantly. He loves his songs, still. Not like those other aging rockers who go through their hit lists like they’re checking the clock. He’s still feeling it, and he makes the audience feel the full range of their own feelings. It was my very favorite set of the entire weekend. Blew my mind.”
— Stefanieawesome show by NEIL! at new orleans jazzfest last sunday:
http://www.nola.com/jazzfest/index.ssf/2009/05/neil_young_rocked_in_the_free.html“At the end, he sacrificed his guitar. He shook it against an amplifier, tore off the strings and dragged it across the stage. He then hustled over to a xylophone and plunked one final note to close the set. Minutes later, the gray clouds opened and a hard rain fell….”
even the louisianna rains were in awe, and held off until neil’s last chord sailed off into the bayous.
Steverino, in that vein, there is a wonderful poem about what a father leaves his children “when all is said and done.” It’s in MW’s collection Imperfect Love (1986) and titled “For Lucinda, Robert, and Karyn.”
I’d type it in here, but (partly out of respect for copyright, and more because the emotion in that poem is stronger without a clumsy introduction from me), I’ll just highly recommend it to all.
whoa. what an experience and story. (sure beats anything in the “who has met lu” threads of the past!) You know, any one of those things you mentioned would have been enough to make my day (or year!). you lucky dogs!
but seriously, we’ve chatted here about the “williams connection” many times — the similar poetry and soul of lucinda’s and hank’s music, even her father’s account of meeting hank when Miller was a young professor… The way lives and art can arc around over time and eventually meet…makes you believe in some kind of karma or fate. That Lu should compose music for, and sing, one of hank’s “lost” song’s really is fitting and beautiful.
Hey, that’s a good way of putting it Babalouie — “Pettibone’s loss” (not Lucinda’s loss!!).
Anyone else wondering if we can keep this Rochester thread going until Lu comes back from Australia?
for the record: me, personally — i’m all about “trendy sexy librarian black-frame eyeglasses,” eclectic crowds, and i do believe reading is fun-damental! (Lu could put her hair up in a bun, too, and even tell me “shhhh…”) Harro East Ballroom sounds like my kind of place.
Glad you got your merch with no problem, Stoger. 😀 Nice MMJ Librarian link, Lefty.
Interesting characterization of the audience 🙄 (should you be flattered or depressed?) in this local rochester review:
http://www.democratandchronicle.com/article/20090315/LIVING0105/903150352/1032/LIVING…but the description of Butch at the end of the review is priceless!!!
hey lefty, I hope the hammer knocks loose that report, because we all want to read it! Really. Or how ’bout giving us your less organized thoughts anyway?
thanks for the setlist, and congratulations on remaining somewhat anonymous… 8)stoger: thanks for details and color commentary.
Good luck to lucinda and her mates, B6, down under.
