One bitch of a song. Slaps the face of all that speak with authority, all those that follow that authority, and everyone in between. It throws all the priests, doctors, politicians, soldiers, and patriots into one messy picture and has them feed off one another like the parasites they are. But at its core, it is a blues, for the verses paint the picture of the world surrounding our singer and his parents, the all-American family, the shoeless Mother working in a factory, the father looking for food, and the hungry son with the Tombstone Blues or in other words Death. It's Dylan's great paranoid angry treatise on American life. Or more appropriately...The Blues.
I went to the Hollywood Bowl recently and saw Jenny Lewis (who was amazing) and I was reminded by the great aura of the place. The Beatles played here. More importantly, Bob & his first rock band played in this great place in 1965. i went home and pulled out my boot of this show. I hadn't heard it in awhile since the 65 shows are always crapped on. I threw it on and loved it, especially the electric set. Granted not all of the songs work with this band. But they're feeling things out. They're certainly a groovier band than 66. Where 66 was big, loud, majesterial, 65 is tight, laid-back, more fun-loviin, kinda like the early Beatles. The difference may be Levon on drums instead of Mickey giving them more of a gut-bucket Basement feel; could be Al Kooper instead of Garth. But the first song is Tombstone and you notice most the absence of Bloomfield on the song replaced by the more refined Robbie, whose fills are more bluesy than Bloomfield's sonic booms. Once you get into it though the song sort of takes over and the performance feels organic and natural. Bob sounds relaxed and fun and the song's a little looser and more chill than the album. No one boos thereafter and they must've realized this was gonna be a good show. Check it out.
Sept. 3 1965http://www.sendspace.com/file/n8eb4i