Thursday, September 8, 2011

i shot a man named gray::He had his moments but what we saw at tmobile arena was mostly a recycled bob dylan revival band playing illconceived new arrangements of classic songs i shot a man named gray

i shot a man named gray::He had his moments but what we saw at tmobile arena was mostly a recycled bob dylan revival band playing illconceived new arrangements of classic songs.
On those songs the band was hot and dylan easily tapped into a certain vitality that is clearly still there.
But instead of bob dylan the folk singer, prague got bob dylan the vaudeville act.
Maybe elton john and celine dion should get some competition from dylan playing for absurd amounts of money at one of the big casinos in las vegas.
They stood next to him, urging him on like an old grandpa shaking his keister at the family hodown.
It was a sad sight.
But everyone seems strangely reluctant to criticize him.
He tried being woody guthrie; he tried drugs and alcohol; he tried bornagain christianity and he tried orthodox judaism.
Dylan said nary a word on stage the other night, perhaps because he is a mercurial artist, or perhaps because the audience is only his support group.
He played and walked off and everyone clapped not for the music that we just heard but for who he is.
We should at least be prepared to look that in the eye.

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