Bob Dylan – a review of his life and importance

Bob Dylan – Nobel Prize Winner!

There are few people who have had as much social impact as Bob Dylan. He is a man whose creative skills have flourished throughout the fifty five years of his career. He has reinvented himself time and again. His word skills have been applied to poems, songs, books and interviews. He has been successful at everything he turned his hand to – whether that be poetry, song, writing or hosting Radio Shows.

His career can be viewed in a number of ways. Chronologically it reveals a bit of a chameleon

Stage 1 – Folk-Blues.

I first encountered Bob in the early sixties when my friend Charlie had a job as a merchant seaman and brought his first album back from the States. He played it to me and told me (a young lad of about thirteen) that Bob was going to be big and would have hits if he released singles. I didn’t believe him. I was into Blues and Woody Guthrie but I didn’t hear anything great on that first album. It was reasonable folk-blues in my opinion – I’d heard Fixin’ To Die played better.

Stage 2 – Acoustic Masterpieces of songwriting

Then came a trio of acoustic masterpieces (Freewheelin’, The Times They are A-Changing and Another side of). Bob had moved from covering folk-blues to doing his own songs. And boy what songs they were. He had started basing his style on Woody Guthrie but this took song writing to a new level. He took up Woody’s themes of social justice and ran with them. His melded in poetry to take them to a new level of complexity, imagery and power.

There were songs of Civil Rights like the Ballad of Emmett Till, The Ballad of Hollis Brown, Only a Pawn in the Game, Oxford Town, Chimes of Freedom, To Ramona

There were songs about the futility of war and nuclear war – Blowin’ in the Wind. Masters of War, A Hard Rains Gonna Fall,  Let me Die in My Footsteps, With God on our Side

There were love songs that were miles away from the standard pop trivia. These were mature poems – Don’t Think Twice it’s Alright, Restless Farewell, Boots of Spanish Leather, One Too Many Mornings, All I Really Want To Do

There were songs about the racist establishment and communist haters – Talkin’ John Birch Society Blues, When the Ship Comes in

There were humorous songs with a message – I shall be Free Number 10, Talkin’ Bear Mountain

Bob opened people’s eyes to what was going on. He articulated people’s feelings. He motivated and aroused, he spelt it out, highlighted it and got a whole new generation turned on to social injustice and antiwar. He raised our sensibilities and empowered us to try to put things right. That is something that has never died in me.

And yes – he did release singles and Times They Are A-Changing was a big hit.

Joan Baez adopted him. Peter Paul and Mary popularised him and he was lauded by everyone as a poetic genius, songwriter extraordinaire, social activator, Protest Singer, and all-round genius – the voice of a generation.

Not only that but his songs were being covered by Beat Musicians. Pop and Rock was a teenage music. The lyrics (apart from the odd Chuck Berry one here and there – like Too Much Monkey Business) were all about love, cars and school. Bob changed that. The Animals, Byrds and Manfred Mann covered his songs and created FolkRock. But more importantly bands like the Beatles were freed from the normal strictures of the Pop/Rock song to experiment, get poetic and tell stories with real social importance. It transformed Rock into a more mature, adult structure, more complex, meaningful and poetic. That all came to fruition in the late sixties underground. Without Dylan we wouldn’t have had the later Beatles, Pink Floyd, Doors, Country Joe and the Fish, Buffalo Springfield, Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band, Jefferson Airplane, later Rolling Stones, Traffic, Jimi Hendrix, Cream or the like. He opened minds to the possibilities.

Stage 3 – The Electric explosion

At the height of this deification Bob transformed himself. He’d always been a rocker and seized the opportunity to go electric. He left behind the Civil Rights and Antiwar songs and developed the poetry a stage further into the flow of consciousness of the Beat Generation. There was still a social message but it was interspersed with all manner of strange underworld denizens and imagery.

Phase 2 had been incredible by phase 3 was mind -blowing. He released 3 albums that blew everyone’s minds (though some took longer to adjust than others). He produced a sound like nobody had ever heard. With the power of the Butterfield Blues Band (Mike Bloomfield on searing guitar) at Newport and then a variety of musicians and the Hawks in the Studio and on tour. Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde on Blonde were extraordinary in every respect. Everything about them was new – the sound, the song structure, the lyrics and the appearance. He took Rock by the short and curlies and shook it up.

There were barbed social songs – It’s Alright Ma I’m Only Bleeding, Subterranean Homesick Blues, Maggie’s Farm, Positively Fourth Street, Gates of Eden, Ballad of a Thin Man, It Takes a lot to Laugh, It Takes A Train to Cry, From a Buick 6, Tombstone Blues, Like a Rolling Stone, Desolation Row, Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues

Love songs of incredible beauty and lyricism – Love minus Zero/No Limit, Mr Tambourine Man, It’s All Over Now Baby Blue, Queen Jane Approximately

Then the awesome majesty of what must be the greatest album of all-time – (apart from Roy Harper and depending what mood I’m in) – Blonde on Blonde – ever track a poetic masterpiece of imagery and imagination.

1 Rainy Day Women #12 & 35

2 Pledging My Time

3 Visions of Johanna

4 One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)

5 I Want You

6 Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again

7 Leopard‐Skin Pill‐Box Hat

8 Just Like a Woman

9 Most Likely You Go Your Way and I’ll Go Mine

10 Temporary Like Achilles

11 Absolutely Sweet Marie

12 4th Time Around

13 Obviously Five Believers

14 Sad‐Eyed Lady of the Lowlands

If that doesn’t blow your mind nothing will. There was nothing quite like this James Dean ultra-hip, mercury-mouthed, super-cool, poetic demon. No-one looked like him, sounded like him or could be as sharp.

But the guy was strung out on amphetamine, stressed to the heavens, hounded on all sides and driven insane with the demands for product, performances, books and interviews. It was a treadmill.

It had to end and it did. He crashed and decided to use it as a break. He did not want to be the Voice of a Generation or any part of this machine. He quit. He cleaned himself up.

Stage 4 – Opting Out

He bought a house in Woodstock, shacked up with the Band and started playing the old stuff, writing simpler and doing what was basically Americana. There were no obligations and we saw a simpler in-hip Dylan emerge who sang with Johnny Cash on Country songs and adopted a low-key image and produced three mediocre albums – the OK John Wesley Harding (with the great All Along the Watchtower), the lamentable Nashville Skyline (Which I smashed and threw away the day I bought it) and the dreadful Self-Portrait (Which I didn’t bother buying). He did a poor performance at the Isle of Wight and we all reckoned he was gone.

Stage 5 – the Return

Well New Morning was a slight return but it was with the albums Planet Waves, Blood on the Tracks, Desire and Street Legal, that we saw any of the real power return. It did not get to the peak of those sixties albums but these were really good. The poetry and imagery were there with tracks like Isis, Dirge, Forever Young, Tangled Up in Blue, Idiot Wind, Shelter From the Storm, Hurricane, Oh Sister, Sarah and Senor (Tales of Yankee Power).

This was the time of the live Rolling Thunder Review with nits attempt to bring people together and create some of that spirit again.

Stage 6 – The Religious holiday

Just when we were getting to hope that he might just begin to produce something absolutely majestic he dumped it all and saw the light. We had to tolerate two albums of Born Again sermonising. Least said.

Stage 7 – Mediocrity (by comparison to his own heights)

There followed a string of albums that were alright – Shot of love, Infidels, Empire Burlesque, Knocked Out Loaded, Down in the Groove, Oh Mercy, Under the Red Sky, Good As I Been to You, World Gone Wrong

Stage 8 – Renaissance of a patchy sort

The great Time out of Mind heralded a return to form and that was followed up with Love and Theft, Modern Times, Together Through Life and then the dubious Christmas in the Heart, The Tempest, Shadows in the Night and Fallen Angels.

These were the days when he did his fabulous Radio Shows and wrote the brilliant Chronicles.

So here we are. He deservedly receives the Nobel Prize for Literature. Nobody deserves it more.!!

I look forward to Leonard Cohen, Roy Harper, Neil Young, Joni Mitchell and Nick Harper receiving their due recognition now.

Well done Bob – We all owe you the world!! From scruffy Woody urchin through James Dean Rebel, Country hick, Thunderous mannequin to poet, radio presenter, novelist and chronicler – you’ve taken us on a journey!

Julie Felix at the Adelphi in Hull

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. To start with Julie was seventy nine. Secondly I had this lightweight image of someone singing ‘I’m going to the Zoo’ (not my normal preference). But I was interested. She had been there through the good times of the Sixties.

I needn’t have worried. She was amazing – lithe, full of youthful energy and with some good tales and brilliant songs.

Julie told how she’d come across to Europe in the early sixties and ended up on the Greek island of Hydra with Leonard Cohen – playing the bars for small change.

She sang a few songs for Leonard – including Bird on a Wire and a touching tribute version of ‘Hey That’s No Way To Say Goodbye’. She did a couple of Dylan songs too including a great version of ‘Masters of War’ and then a few Woody Guthrie – the stand out being ‘Deportee’ which had great resonance due to her Mexican lineage.

This Land is your Land was also rather good.

Julie did a couple of Mexican songs and some of her own, she got people signing along and generated a great atmosphere.

I was glad I’d gone – even the couple of verses of ‘going to the zoo’, delivered with a wearisome apology – seemed OK.

Dez Allenby & Friends At the Adelphi Hull

A great set from Dez (of Forest fame) and a full range of incredible friends started the evening off! There was the fabulous Jeff Parsons on guitar, Cathy Allenby on vocals, Adrian Welham on vocals, Kelvin Baldwin on percussion. They did a great version of the song that should have been Hull City of Culture’s theme song – ‘We Sail Our Castles’ and ‘1968’.

Awesome!!

The Top Ten Albums of all time! Number 1! Roy Harper – Stormcock!

Ian Cropton nominated me to put forward my top ten albums of all time.

That’s good. I enjoy that.

This is Number 1!!

  1. Roy Harper – Stormcock

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In my opinion Roy Harper is the greatest British song-writer and poet. There is no one who even gets close. His acerbic lyrics and social commentary are unsurpassed. He rivals Bob Dylan as the greatest songwriter of all time and is greatly undervalued. This is not surprising as he has constantly shot himself in the foot and sabotaged his own career. Even so he remains the foremost British dissident and commentator on the human condition. His epic songs are legendary and the music sublime.

Stormcock is arguably his best album but is strongly pushed by both HQ and Lifemask. I would place at least ten of Roy’s albums in my top 400 albums. He’s that important to me.

The Stormcock album features only 4 tracks but the album is one of his masterpieces. It consists of brilliant songs with poetic imagery and wide canvasses that challenge your imagination. The music and musicianship was innovative and of an excellence that puts this album top of my top ten thousand. It is one of four Harper albums that would make it into my top ten albums of all time. I have a penchant for great meaningful lyrics put to brilliant music and this hits the spot. I never tire of hearing these songs and simply cannot understand why Roy has not been lauded from on high. I love the depth and insight he brings to bear and the risks he takes in developing his ideas through epic songs. Few people can match it. Roy’s shorter songs are great but these four songs show how Roy has matured and taken his art to another level. ‘Me and my woman’ is one of the very best tracks ever recorded. The scope is immense and Roy was at the top of his game. I can see that it is never going to be commercial. Roy’s work is thought-provoking, intelligent and musically intricate. You have to concentrate. It’s not your catchy pop song – fortunately! But it is well worth the effort. For me Roy is the James Joyce of music as opposed to Simon Cowell’s Barbara Cartland.

The Eve of Destruction – Barry McGuire 1965

This song came out in 1965 in the wake of Bob Dylan’s brilliant ‘Protest’ period. It was written by P.F. Sloan who wrote a number of good songs. At the time he and Barry McGuire were seen as Dylan imitators trying to jump on the bandwagon. Certainly the New Christy Minstrel Barry McGuire seems a little out of character.

Despite its possible plastic creation there were a lot of good things about the song. It was very prescient regarding the flare up of the Middle East.

It was written at the height of the cold war when we were all greatly aware that we lived under the assurance of instant nuclear death. It was reckoned that where I lived had at least six nuclear warheads aimed at me (why me? What had I done?). It seemed almost inevitable that we would either have a flare-up or a mistake sooner or later. We certainly felt that we were living in the Eve of Destruction.

It did sum up a lot of the issues going on at the time – the loss of respect for our politicians, the futility of the anti-war marches, the ban the bomb marches and protest in general. Then there was the hypocrisy in society; the religious people who purported to follow Jesus yet toted guns and were full of hate; the racism that fuelled so much of that hatred; and the respect that was disintegrating – hate your next door neighbour but don’t forget to say grace.

Well the hatred in Selma Alabama may have cooled a bit and Red China is no longer viewed as the number one menace but they’ve been replaced by immigrants, ISIS and a resurgent Russia and the Middle East is still ravaged by war, terrorism and madness.

You can take a holiday but you come back to the same manic madness – violence, fury and murder. It never stops. Nationalism still beats its mad drum and thirsts for blood. Pride comes before a massacre. The hidden mass graves are testament to the disgrace.

Eve of Destruction Lyrics

The eastern world it is explodin’
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’

You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destructionDon’t you understand, what I’m trying to say?
Can’t you see the fears that I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no running away
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave

Take a look around you, boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’
I’m sittin’ here, just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of Senators don’t pass legislation,
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

A Selection of Reviews of my Books – In the UK – In Search of Captain Beefheart

Well this book is a personal journey through my experiences in searching for the ultimate buzz in Rock Music. A few tales and experiences.
Red Herring

3 June 2014

Format: Kindle Edition
Wow, Opher’s amazing rock n roll journey is a must. What a fabulous trip through a lifetime of music and more. Anyone who had a pet crow and 2000 pet mice has gotta be something other than ordinary. Hugely engaging and with buckets full of tales to tell, Opher’s passion shines through on every page. Five stars for sure, keep ’em coming! Rich & Lou
Pete 2 Sheds

5 July 2015

Format: Kindle Edition
If you were there, the 60s that is, and you have forgotten much, and you will have, then this is an interesting memory jogger. It is Chris Goodwins account of the real ‘underground’ music scene of the time and not what is popularly touted to the interested young of today.
If you are genuinely interested in the genesis of modern music and its evolution especially through the 60s and 70s then this is an interesting guide and full of quirky anecdotes which may appeal to the young of all ages
Peter

2 September 2015

Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
If you grew up listening to music in the 60s then like me you will love this book, there were so many similarities between my musical awakening and the author’s that it was uncanny, I was never as obsessive about collecting as he obviously was but I went to so many of the gigs that are listed in the book. The book took me back to the days of being a hippy when everything seemed possible and we thought we could change the world with music and love, sadly we were wrong but thankfully the music lives on and Opher captures the spirit of the age perfectly. I found myself longing to get my vinyl out and start playing my old Roy Harper and Incredible String band LPs. The book is well written and shows what a fascinating life Opher has led, for anyone who was there and has forgotten the details this book will delight you and for any serious students of how good music evolved then this book is a must.
Curlyview!!

20 January 2015

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The title is a little misleading; as it is not a book about Beefheart , but rather an account of growing up through the 60s and 70s in Britain. For people like myself 60+ year’s of age and like the author, a keen collector of records and tapes, this book will have a deep resonance. It was like living my early years of music all over again, as Mr. Goodwin kept mentioning the recording artists that I knew.
An enjoyable read, made for the coach, train, or ‘plane trip.

The Crystals ft. Dolores La La Brooks at Skegness – Photos

Well Dolores La La Brooks certainly looked a bit different to the fifteen year old girl who’d sung D Doo Ron Ron and Then He Kissed Me back in 1963. There was no bee-hive hairstyle or flouncy dresses. She was dressed in a sci-fi rubber trouser suit and could sure kick ass.

Back in the 60s the R&B girl groups – like the Ronettes, Chiffons, Crystals, Marvelletes, Cookies and Supremes – had had a great influence on the British Mersey and Beat Bands. The Beatles and Searchers covered a number of their songs. Producers like Phil Spectre, with his Wall of Sound, propelled them into the charts.

It was great to see her still going strong – not so much as a girl group but more as an R&B powerhouse!

Dave Berry and the Cruisers – Skegness Photos

Back in the sixties Dave Berry had that peculiar stage act with all this slow motion movements like a stick insect on mogadon. He had a few hits and that was it. It was good to see that he is alive and well doing some great R&B and there is a lot more to him than those hits.

Geno Washington and the Ram Jam Band at Skegness – Photos.

I’ve seen Geno Washington a number of times. He’s always good for a show with his pumped up Soul Music. Geno is a great genial energetic performer and The Ram Jam Band really churn out that high energy R&B/Soul.

The first time I saw Geno was at the Woburn Abbey Festival. He was unluckily on before Jimi Hendrix and the audience wanted him off. They were eager for Jimi (and I was too) and booed and threw stuff at him. Geno still gave a good show even though an outdoor festival is not the best venue for high energy Soul.

The brilliant Pretty Things at Skegness – Photos

It has been decades since I last saw the Pretty Things. During their psychedelic phase they used to play around the college circuit in London and I caught them a number of times. They were always great.

Back when they started out, and I was a mere lad of fifteen/sixteen I thought they were superb. Phil May’s hair was the longest and they were the ultimate rebel band. On telly they even put them in a cage. They were as big as the Stones to me. I loved those early singles – Rosalyn and Don’t Bring Me Down. They never disappointed. All those great R&B covers and the songs like Midnight To Six Man, Buzz The Jerk and great B-sides like Can’t Stand The Pain. I was always playing my stuff at maximum volume and my Mum used to keep shouting at me to turn it down. I used to, very unfairly I am ashamed to say, put that Pretty Things cover version of the Bo Diddley track Hey Mama, Keep Your Big Mouth Shut on the old Dansette and crank it up.

So when I saw they were on at Skegness I knew I just had to go. I wasn’t sure quite what to expect. Was it going to be the R&B stuff, the psychedelic or the progressive. I wasn’t disappointed. It was mainly R&B but with a bit of psychedelic and progressive thrown in.

Dick Taylor is brilliant. He was a founder member of the Rolling Stones – leaving in 1962 to form the Pretty Things. Just think what could have been.

So the Pretty Things were to blame for me spending a weekend with a bunch of strange Mersey Bands from my distant youth. Some of it was a bit twee but I had a good time and found a lot of it was good.

The highlight of the whole weekend was the brace of acoustic songs that Dick Taylor and Phil May performed as a duo. Muddy Water’s I Can’t Be Satisfied and Robert Johnson’s Come On In My Kitchen have rarely, if ever,  sounded better.