"Basically, 2,700 people are sitting in one place pretending what they are watching is normal, when it is anything but. It's hard to explain, and if you are only listening to the concert audio you're not going to get it—it's entirely a live manifestation.... [T]his is Dylan in the Bardo. The shows have gotten much more tenuous and ethereal and for the first time I realized that this is a very old person on stage.... [H]e is very much a part of our collective consciousness (much of which he legitimately created), so it is hard to know where this artist ends and reality begins. Only by radically destroying what he has created does Dylan exist in the moment: It's now or never, more than ever.... For me, going to see Dylan has always been like consulting the oracle. The set lists always seemed designed to tell you something about where you are in your life at the moment.... Ending the show with 'It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry' was brilliant, because it's not remotely a show-ender, like 'Watchtower' or 'Like a Rolling Stone.' I got the sense that Bob was aware he might be winding down.... 'I came to tell everybody, but I could not get across.'... When I left the theater at 10pm there was a vast caravan of trucks pulling the giant floats and deflated balloons for the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade....
Don't say I didn't warn you, when your train gets lost."
Writes Raymond Foye in
"Bob Dylan In The Bardo" (in The Brooklyn Rail).
I assume the essay title is a play on the George Saunders title
"Lincoln in the Bardo":
The novel takes place during and after the death of Abraham Lincoln's son William "Willie" Wallace Lincoln and deals with the president's grief at his loss. The bulk of the novel, which takes place over the course of a single evening, is set in the bardo...
Bardo:
In some schools of Buddhism, bardo... is an intermediate, transitional, or liminal state between death and rebirth.... [W]hen one's consciousness is not connected with a physical body, one experiences a variety of phenomena... from, just after death, the clearest experiences of reality of which one is spiritually capable, and then proceeding to terrifying hallucinations that arise from the impulses of one's previous unskillful actions.... [T]he bardo offers a state of great opportunity for liberation, since transcendental insight may arise with the direct experience of reality... [but] it can become a place of danger as the karmically created hallucinations can impel one into a less than desirable rebirth.
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Saw him a year ago at the Beacon in NYC and this comes close to describing the concert.. Great band, songs and Dylan standing at the end of ScarletTown, arms outstretched showing his physical fragility.
Good article. Thanks for all that great stuff all those years, Bob.
As far back as 1967, we were five years ahead of our time and had already all moved on to the Third Bardo:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16_9mBUCf_c
Bob Dylan is no more immune to the effects of time than anybody else.
It's not dark yet but it's getting there.
I hope he tours in Austin once more before it’s dark.
We saw Dylan at the Beacon three weeks ago and it was a good concert. He's an old man and it shows - but he played a two hour set with a good mix of old and not so old songs. He did not play them the way they sounded when he first recorded them - but he's never done that in his live shows.
Only seven comments. Its like no one under 65 cares...
33 year old here.
Time waits for no one and it won't wait for him.
Sorry, I was out today selling my books.
Saw Dylan at Hershey a few years back. It was a good concert, and I'd love to see him again before he checks out.
I don't know about that this journalism written about him. Reminds me of "Field of Dreams," which the wife and I saw last night.
James Earl Jones playing a writer who was big in the '60s and decides he'd had enough of the oracle role.
From the movie:
Ray Kinsella: So what do you want?
Terence Mann: I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves. I want my privacy.
(The scene ends -- they were at the ball park -- with Ray saying, "No, what do you want?" and point to the concessions guys waiting for his order.
Terence Mann: Oh. Dog and a beer.
If Dylan saw the movie, I'll bet he'd bust out laughing at that scene.
Jeez, all those idiots who thought he had the answers.
This is the Dylan I saw in Lincoln recently. Mostly not playing the “hits”. Band sounded the same on every song. Dylan played guitar, piano and harmonica vary well. Place was half empty and audiences was split between young and old.
On Jeopardy a couple of days ago, NONE of the contestants knew what song or band did the song containing the words "...a bustle in your hedgerow..." Time marches on!
A friend sent me "Lincoln in the Bardo" a few years ago. I found it unreadable.
The so-called Tibetan Book of the Dead is a series of texts about navigating the bardos. If you do it right, when you finally die die your body evaporates in a rainbow cloud. That could make for one helluva show.
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