Wow that version from Dusseldorf is simply stunning.
For me, it's the Mississippi of Modern Times. A true song, one from the heart. It's Bob Dylan in 2006, and an accounting of the loves and troubles that pre-occupy his thoughts. What is so beautiful about that version from Dusseldorf is the amazing intimacy Bob's sharing with the audience. At its best, the song is a journey through the past, a series of musical movements. Its delicacy is balanced upon both the underlying rhythmic pulses of the music and Dylan's prophetic deliveries of these lines. What I love about the song is its rawness, his fearlessness in conveying exactly what he wants to say in his own language.
Don't know why my baby never looked so good before
Don't have to wonder no more
She been cooking all day, gonna take me all night
I can't eat all that stuff in a single bite
I always smile when I hear it. It's classic Bob. Playfully sexual, evoking a bygone time while creating a wholly modern creation. And yet, this woman is not Nettie Moore. Nettie Moore is missed, long gone, a love of the past. And as with many of Bob's latter day songs, there is a conflict between the verse and the chorus a didactic quality, but by song's end, we hear that the present is a constant reminder of the happier past and vice versa, forever invoking and reminding one of the other.
When I heard them do it live in Seattle this year with Charlie, I realized there was something amiss. it did not gel. There is very little economy or discretion with the way Charlie plays and this song requires that. I fear that that is a bit of a sacrifice where Charlie is concerned. The finest version I've heard yet is from the concert I saw last year in Santa Monica. Easily the highlight of the night, the version is a brilliantly paced crescendo, it builds in intensity throughout until that final line
'I wish to God that it were night' which Bob practically screams out. And then the band takes the song into a brave new place, finding places for sounds that elevate the song into avant-garde territory. Denny finds a pattern and Stu picks it up on fiddle (I've always loved his playing on this song), Bob finds it on organ and responds emotionally in voice. It's such a unified performance, I always feel like this is all just an extension of Bob's quixotic brain. I remember thinking throughout that version in Santa Monica that it was the closest I had ever heard Bob get to a John Cage composition.
An overwhelming memory, I still get chills when I think of it.
Here she is.
Santa Monica CA
September 3 2008
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jg26gp