A Unified Field Theory of Bob Dylan - The New Yorker
A Unified Field Theory of Bob Dylan - The New Yorker
A Unified Field Theory of Bob Dylan - The New Yorker
Onward and Upward with the Arts October 31, 2022 Issue
By David Remnick
October 24, 2022
Dylan in 2013 at the Royal Albert Hall, in London, on his “Never-Ending Tour.” Photograph by
Paolo Brillo
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n 1956, rock and roll was busy being born. Ike Turner and the Kings of
I Rhythm had broken through five years earlier with a jump-blues hit called
“Rocket 88”—a credible candidate for the ur-rock tune—but crooners and big-
band acts lingered on the pop charts. Elvis scored a No. 1 Billboard hit with
“Heartbreak Hotel”; Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra did, too, with “Lisbon
Antigua.” But kids knew what spoke to them, and it wasn’t “Lisbon Antigua.”
Robert Zimmerman, a pompadoured fifteen-year-old living in the Minnesota
Iron Range town of Hibbing, was one of countless kids who went out and put
together a rock-and-roll band. He called his the Shadow Blasters.
In his childhood and adolescence, he stayed up through the night, his head by
the radio, absorbing everything being broadcast from nearby Duluth and from
fifty-thousand-watt stations throughout the Midwest and the Deep South: R.
& B., gospel, jazz, blues, and rock and roll. He was fascinated, as well, with the
storytelling tricks and aural mysteries of radio dramas such as “The Fat Man”
and “Inner Sanctum.” “It made me the listener that I am today,” he told an
interviewer many decades later. “It made me listen for little things: the
slamming of the door, the jingling of car keys. The wind blowing through trees,
the songs of birds, footsteps, a hammer hitting a nail. Just random sounds.
Cows mooing. I could string all that together and make that a song. It made
me listen to life in a different way.”
As he was rehearsing with the Shadow Blasters, the most thrilling song in the
air was “Tutti Frutti,” sung by a flamboyant piano player from Macon, Georgia,
who had once gone by Princess Lavonne and now performed as Little Richard.
And what Zimmerman was hearing he wanted to make his own. His father ran
an appliance store in town and kept an old piano in the back. When Bobby was
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supposed to be sweeping the floor or stocking the shelves, he was trying out
hand-splaying boogie-woogie chords on the piano instead.
me anyway it wasn’t enough,” he said later. “ ‘Tutti Frutti’ and ‘Blue Suede
Shoes’ were great catchphrases and driving pulse rhythms . . . but they weren’t
serious or didn’t reflect life in a realistic way. I knew that when I got into folk
music, it was more of a serious type of thing. The songs are filled with more
despair, more sadness, more triumph, more faith in the supernatural, much
deeper feelings.”
For all his earnest apprenticeship, not to mention the brazen theft of this one’s
version of “House of the Rising Sun” or that one’s field-hand intonation, he was
becoming something distinctly original. Like Walt Whitman, Annie Oakley,
Gorgeous George, or Little Richard, he was doing that very American thing:
inventing a public, performing self. And he was getting noticed. In September,
1961, Robert Shelton, of the Times, wrote a brief review of Dylan’s run at
Gerde’s Folk City: “There is no doubt that he is bursting at the seams with
talent.”
Dylan was twenty years old. Not long after his nights at Gerde’s, he signed a
contract with John Hammond, an unerring talent spotter at Columbia Records,
and began work on his first album. It came out in March, 1962, and consisted
mostly of covers. A significant exception was “Song to Woody,” which was both
an homage to Dylan’s dying idol and the announcement of his intention to
carry the music into the future:
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Seems sick and it’s hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn,
What happened next represents one of the great explosions of creativity in the
twentieth century. Dylan wrote song after song in a kind of fever dream that
lasted until 1966. “The best songs to me—my best songs—are songs which
were written very quickly,” he said. “Just about as much time as it takes to write
it down is about as long as it takes to write it.” He claimed it took him ten
minutes to write “Blowin’ in the Wind,” a political anthem that borrowed from
the tune of a spiritual called “No More Auction Block for Me.” He merged the
form of a seventeenth-century ballad, “Lord Randall,” with the ominous
weather of Cold War confrontation to write “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall.”
Many fans had a hard time keeping up; some didn’t want to. Folk purists,
especially, resented his unwillingness to stay within bounds. During a tour of
the United Kingdom, in the spring of 1966, he was applauded for his opening
acoustic set but then booed—every night!—when he came out with an electric
guitar and members of the Hawks (later, the Band).
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Dylan was having none of it. “There’s a fellow up there looking for the savior,
huh?” he replied. “The savior’s backstage, we have a picture of him.”
But defiance was not enough. Dylan was struggling. Drugged up, worn down,
razor thin, he was on the edge of a breakdown. In London, after the last show
on the tour, John, Paul, George, and Ringo dropped by his hotel room. Dylan
was too depleted to see them.
He was particularly weary of being a symbol, “the voice of his generation.” All
his attempts to deflect, to joke his way through press conferences, to mock the
requests for sage advice (“Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb”), his
determination to lie to journalists and would-be biographers, telling them he’d
been a runaway street hustler, not a bar-mitzvah boy, only heightened the
mystique. And that mystique came to be untenable. Dylan had wanted to
succeed Woody. He could accept being Elvis. But he sure as hell knew he
couldn’t survive being a prophet.
“Whatever the counterculture was, I’d seen enough of it,” he later wrote. “I was
sick of the way my lyrics had been extrapolated, their meanings subverted into
polemics and that I had been anointed the Big Bubba of Rebellion, High Priest
of Protest, the Czar of Dissent, the Duke of Disobedience, Leader of the
Freeloaders, Kaiser of Apostasy, Archbishop of Anarchy, the Big Cheese.”
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skipped the biggest hullabaloo of all, the Woodstock festival, which took place
just an hour and a half up the road from him. Dylan did not tour again for
eight years.
ore than half a century has passed. Dylan is eighty-one, still writing,
M recording, and performing on what’s long been known as the Never-
Ending Tour. He is an object of study. A Dylan museum in Tulsa is now open
to scholars and visitors. There are countless books about him—books focussed
on Hibbing or the Village or his influences, on particular albums, phases, and
songs. Christopher Ricks, a distinguished scholar of Victorian and modernist
poetry, wrote a treatise that takes Dylan’s prosody as seriously as that of
Tennyson or Eliot. Michael Gray has published three editions of his enormous
study “Song & Dance Man,” as well as “The Bob Dylan Encyclopedia.” There’s
a book called “The Dylanologists,” about the hardy crew of fanatics who make
the pilgrimage to the Iron Range, cruise by the singer’s Point Dume compound
in Malibu, and vacuum up scraps and ephemera in pursuit of . . . clues.
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“The morning light, the perfect framing of your body in the doorway—dear husband, I’m
spellbound.”
If you’ve got the bug, you’ve got it bad. Recently, I’ve read memoirs by Louie
Kemp, Dylan’s buddy from summer camp, and Suze Rotolo, an artist from a
left-wing family, who was Dylan’s girlfriend in his Village days and the
inspiration for “Tomorrow Is a Long Time,” “Boots of Spanish Leather,” and
other lasting songs. There are many biographies. Two early ones, by Robert
Shelton and Anthony Scaduto, are filled with the juicy fruits of access, and
Clinton Heylin’s “Behind the Shades” is a work of heavy industry. But none of
them are quite worthy of the subject on a musical or historical level—there’s
nothing comparable to, say, Peter Guralnick’s two-volume Elvis Presley or
Maynard Solomon’s life of Mozart.
The critical explorations have been ceaseless, from Ellen Willis’s 1967 essay in
the magazine Cheetah on the tension between the public and the private Dylan
to Greg Tate’s assertion thirty-four years later in the Village Voice that Dylan’s
“impact on a couple generations of visionary black bards has rarely been given
its propers.” The most interesting writer on Dylan over the years has been the
cultural critic Greil Marcus, who has written innumerable essays about the
singer and the songs, including a book-length study of “Like a Rolling Stone.”
No one alive knows the music that fuelled Dylan’s imagination better. Marcus
just published “Folk Music: A Bob Dylan Biography in Seven Songs.” It’s
another ingenious book of close listening, but, as Marcus would be the first to
say, it is not in any standard sense the full life story.
Early on, Dylan seemed to decide that, if he couldn’t make sense of his career,
he would make sure that no one else could, either. He wasn’t about to be both
artist and critic. In D. A. Pennebaker’s 1967 documentary, “Don’t Look Back,”
Dylan, in his youthful wise-ass mode, is captured in conversation with an
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earnest middle-aged writer from Time, the dominant midcult magazine of the
era. “I got nothing to say about these things I write,” he informs the
interviewer. “I don’t write them for any reason. There’s no great message. I
mean, if, you know, you wanna tell other people that, go ahead and tell them,
but I’m not going to have to answer to it.”
One reason that Dylan might be suspicious of biographers at this point is that
he is suspicious of his own memory—of any attempt, in fact, to recall the past
with accuracy. In Martin Scorsese’s recent semi-fictional documentary about
the gloriously shambolic Rolling Thunder Revue tour, Dylan starts out gamely
answering questions about the events of 1975, until he breaks off and starts
laughing at his own “clumsy bullshit”:
I’m trying to get to the core of what this Rolling Thunder thing is all about and I don’t have
a clue! . . . I don’t remember a thing about Rolling Thunder! I mean, it happened so long
ago, I wasn’t even born.
or years, there were rumors that Dylan was planning to tell his story
F himself. As an editor, I used to check in periodically with David
Rosenthal, a former journalist who ran the publishing house Simon &
Schuster, and who had a Dylan memoir under contract. In 2004, Rosenthal
finally called and said, “I’ve got a manuscript.”
Rosenthal told me that I should also connect with Jeff Rosen, a friendly and
musically erudite guy who had been running Dylan’s publishing, licensing, and
other business concerns since the mid-eighties. I asked Rosen if I could read
the manuscript. Maybe he could send it along?
Nothing doing. “I can’t let the manuscript out of my office,” Rosen said. He
gave me an address and said I could come by to read it.
The next morning, I arrived at a commercial building near Gramercy Park. The
buzzer at the door was not marked “Dylan Office.” Instead, in the manner of a
C.I.A. front, it was called something like XYZ Carpets. A rickety elevator took
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Rosen, tall and lean, led me to a small room where shelves were lined with
Dylan books: biographies, songbooks, criticism, encyclopedias. There was a
chair and a table, bare except for a stack of manuscript pages. “Take your time,”
Rosen said, and left me alone with “Chronicles: Volume One.”
Like all good Dylan fanatics, I’d read his 1971 book “Tarantula,” a bewildering
prose piece influenced by his reading of Rimbaud, Comte de Lautréamont, and
the Beats. It had some of the same larkish spirit as John Lennon’s “In His Own
Write,” but I haven’t been tempted to read it again. The anxiety among
Dylanologists was that “Chronicles” would be “Tarantula Redux.” It wasn’t. As
I read the opening chapter, about Dylan’s arrival in New York, I saw that this
was the real thing—echt Bob, and yet a relatively straightforward narrative, not
a musically inflected version of “A Season in Hell” or “Visions of Cody.” He
was writing now in the plainspoken mode of Woody Guthrie’s “Bound for
Glory,” telling a story of self-creation. Though flecked with debatable details, it
was a credible portrayal of his musical and sentimental education, with
recollections of his first winter in the city, of the folk scene in the Village, and
of listening to and learning from everyone from the Clancy Brothers to Carolyn
Hester to the New Lost City Ramblers. His hunger for American music and
his urge to master the tradition reminded me of W. H. Auden’s habit of sitting
on a volume of the Oxford English Dictionary, the better to raise his sights and
absorb the language whole.
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Late that summer, Rosenthal called to say that the book would be published
soon. Were we ready? We certainly were.
“What’s that?”
“David, you told me that Bob loves the magazine. We don’t have celebrities on
the cover. We don’t even have photographs on the cover!”
“If we don’t get the cover, I think we’re going to take the excerpt to Newsweek.”
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I’d been careless. We had only a vague agreement. And so that was that. Dylan
appeared on the cover of the October 4, 2004, issue of Newsweek. By then he
was in his mid-sixties and looked like Vincent Price wearing Hank Williams’s
clothes: pencil mustache, white Stetson, and cowboy suit. I had other unkind
thoughts. But what was the point?
More than a year later, I got a call from Jeff Rosen. “Bob’s got a new album,” he
said. “We wondered if you want to hear it.”
There was no use in relitigating the past. And, yes, I wanted to hear it.
I went over to a recording studio on the West Side. Someone put me in a room
with an armchair between two speakers. I sat there alone and waited in silence
for a few minutes, and then the album, “Modern Times,” came roaring out.
What struck me then, and still does, is that Dylan seemed to realize that he
would never again recover what he once called the “thin, wild mercury sound”
of the mid-sixties. In his maturity, he continued to write lyrics of immense
imagination, but the music, the song forms, were no longer breakthroughs. He
wasn’t inventing contemporary music; he was revisiting the past, making it his
own, showing his love. And so, on “Modern Times,” there’s “Thunder on the
Mountain,” which plays with a Memphis Minnie tune called “Ma Rainey”;
there’s “Rollin’ and Tumblin’,” which is a Hambone Willie Newbern tune made
famous by Muddy Waters; there’s “Ain’t Talkin’,” which takes bits and pieces
from an Irish folk song and a Stanley Brothers tune. The album is filled with
tributes, quotations, and inspired reinterpretations of moments in Jimmy
Kennedy, Bing Crosby, June Christy, and even James Lord Pierpont, who, in
1857, wrote “The One-Horse Open Sleigh,” better known as “Jingle Bells.”
Dylan detectives soon discovered that he had adapted some lines from Henry
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That’s the way creativity works, Dylan told Robert Hilburn, of the Los Angeles
Times. You’re always writing into a tradition. “My songs are either based on old
Protestant hymns or Carter Family songs or variations of the blues form,” he
said. “What happens is, I’ll take a song I know and simply start playing it in my
head. That’s the way I meditate. . . . I’ll be playing Bob Nolan’s ‘Tumbling
Tumbleweeds,’ for instance, in my head constantly—while I’m driving a car or
talking to a person or sitting around or whatever. People will think they are
talking to me and I’m talking back, but I’m not. I’m listening to a song in my
head. At a certain point, some of the words will change and I’ll start writing a
song.”
he parts that readers enjoy most in “Chronicles”—the bits that I’d hoped
T to run in the magazine—are about his becoming Bob Dylan, the Village
years. What’s curious is that, in a moment of pure Bob-ness, he then skips over
most of his early fame. In a sixteen-month period, between March, 1965, and
June, 1966, he put out three of the greatest albums of the era: “Bringing It All
Back Home,” “Highway 61 Revisited,” and “Blonde on Blonde.” We never hear
about that period, much less his reëmergence from Woodstock, the collapse of
his marriage, and the making of a masterpiece, “Blood on the Tracks,” in 1974.
Instead, “Chronicles” goes deep into precisely that period which most fans
would just as soon forget, the low point of Dylan’s creativity—the mid- and
late-nineteen-eighties, when he was ready to give it all up.
“I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck,” Dylan writes. “Too much static
in my head and I couldn’t dump the stuff. Wherever I am, I’m a ’60s
troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of
state from a place nobody knows. I’m in the bottomless pit of cultural oblivion.
You name it. I can’t shake it.”
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Dylan toured with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in 1986 and with the
Grateful Dead in 1987, and though the concerts raked in plenty of money and
he had a great sense of kinship with both bands, he felt distanced from his own
work and struggled to write anything of consequence: “It wasn’t my moment of
history anymore. There was a hollow singing in my heart and I couldn’t wait to
retire and fold the tent. . . . The glow was gone and the match had burned right
to the end. I was going through the motions.”
Even in this relatively fallow period, Dylan wrote songs that were among his
finest: “I and I,” “Dark Eyes,” “Ring Them Bells,” “Man in the Long Black
Coat.” A song like “Blind Willie McTell,” in particular, hinted at what was to
come, with Dylan’s gaze peering into the deep musical past. But his most
ardent fans would have to admit that the albums of that period were spotty and
the concerts, too often, were lacklustre. On any given night, his attention might
wander; the performances could be rote. Some point to “Wiggle Wiggle,” on
the 1990 album “Under the Red Sky,” as an artistic nadir, though that wasn’t a
parlor game Dylan was prepared to tolerate. “You know, no matter what anyone
says, I have written my share,” he said. “If I never write another song, no one
will ever fault me.” And, of course, he was right.
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struck by lightning five or six times; a dozen or two dozen times and he is
great.”
“The smarter we make the A.I., the less it wants to do our jobs.”
The point is that, if Dylan had died of his injuries in Woodstock, he still would
have left behind the richest catalogue of American songs of his era. At twenty-
five, he could have declared himself retired, younger in age than Jimi Hendrix,
Janis Joplin, and Otis Redding were when they died. Yet what makes Dylan so
extraordinary is that the end of his early incandescence didn’t mark a sustained
falling off. Since that brush with self-extinction and death-by-motorcycle, he
has made more than thirty albums—all of them interesting, and many of them
containing songs that rank among his best. It’s the pace that’s different.
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“There was a time when the songs would come three or four at the same time,
but those days are long gone,” he told Hilburn. “Once in a while, the odd song
will come to me like a bulldog at the garden gate and demand to be written.
But most of them are rejected out of my mind right away. You get caught up in
wondering if anyone really needs to hear it. Maybe a person gets to the point
where they have written enough songs. Let someone else write them.”
he first time I saw Dylan was in 1974, when he made his comeback with
T the Band. They toured behind a good album—“Planet Waves”—and then
he went out and recorded one of his greatest, “Blood on the Tracks.” At
concerts ever since, the casual fans—the ones who have Dylan pegged as an
“icon,” a figure of the past—come to the hall hoping that he will sing “Like a
Rolling Stone” or “Tangled Up in Blue” just the way they remember it from the
records. Precisely because Dylan has continued to develop as an artist, they are
invariably disappointed. The tempos have changed. Dylan’s voice has changed.
Even the lyrics differ from night to night. You never know what you’re going to
get. (In 1980, during his “born-again” phase, audiences got to hear Dylan,
ordinarily as reticent as the Sphinx onstage, deliver apocalyptic sermons
between gospel songs about the battle between the Antichrist and the Lord
Jesus Christ.) Those casual fans wonder why he can’t be more like the Stones,
unfailing jukeboxes of their earlier selves. They want to squint and see the
young Dylan, with his Pre-Raphaelite hair and his Brando sneer. They want, at
least for an hour and a half, a magic act: a man in his eighties who is a man in
his youth.
There are some older performers who are able to pull off a worthy form of
compromise with their audiences. Bruce Springsteen knows well that, at least
on some level, his fans want him circa 1978, a performer determined to drive
himself to the point of abandon, a Jersey guy singing about freeing himself
from the grip of the nuns and family misery, finding love, and taking it on the
road. The bargain, for Springsteen, his magic act, is that he’ll stay in shape,
he’ll move like a younger man and he will sing you those hits, but he’ll also salt
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I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head,
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed.
Dylan is hardly immune to the pink Cadillac. In fact, he’s done ads for Cadillac
—along with Chrysler, I.B.M., and Victoria’s Secret. He’s got a line of bourbon
and rye whiskeys on the market called Heaven’s Door, which he went on the
“Tonight Show” to promote. Not long ago he sold off his catalogue for
hundreds of millions of dollars, and now he’s in the N.F.T. business. But filthy
lucre has not slowed him down. He doesn’t stand in the same place for very
long. Eighty-one and still at it. Why? Or, better, how?
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Dylan kept moving, even having fun. In 2009, he put out “Christmas in the
Heart.” If you were stuck thinking of Dylan as a pure ironist, you were wrong;
he sang Gene Autry’s “Here Comes Santa Claus”––and made it his own––
because he loved it. The record was all in the line of tradition: the Christmas
albums of Ella Fitzgerald, Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby, and Elvis Presley. The
same goes for what are known as his Sinatra albums—“Shadows in the Night,”
“Fallen Angels,” and “Triplicate”—which featured Dylan paying tribute to the
so-called American songbook. This shouldn’t have been a surprise, either.
Dylan loves Frank Sinatra, and the feeling was mutual. In 1995, at Sinatra’s
request, Dylan played his sunless yet defiant song “Restless Farewell” for the
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old man at a tribute concert. It’s not hard to tell why the last verse would appeal
to the guy who often closed his concerts with “My Way”:
And remain as I am
Those Sinatra standards replenished him and fed his imagination. They helped
bring him to the songs on “Rough and Rowdy Ways.” They allowed him to
keep forcing himself forward. Long past the pressure to be a voice of anything
or anyone, he has released albums that, though deeply self-expressive, speak to
and expand what Leonard Cohen called “the Tower of Song.”
Dylan has replenished himself in other ways as well. From 2006 to 2009, he
hosted “Theme Time Radio Hour,” a weekly program on satellite radio. With
the help of a like-minded music nut, Eddie Gorodetsky, Dylan, aping the
mannerisms, puns, and bromides of the d.j.s of his youth, proposed a theme for
each program—blood, say, or money or mothers or flowers—and he’d
intersperse songs with his Bobbed-out patter. The programs were hilarious, full
of campy nostalgia. Most important, you got to hear the often forgotten music
that helped form him in some way, like Buck Owens singing “I’ll Go to
Church Again with Momma,” and “Kissing in the Dark,” by Memphis Minnie.
And, just to let you know the old guy was keeping up and had a broad sense of
an expanding tradition, he threw in tracks from Prince and LL Cool J.
And now there’s another exercise in engaging the tradition. Rather than follow
the first volume of “Chronicles” with, you know, a second volume, Dylan has
published a kind of extension of the radio show: a rich, riffy, funny, and
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When Dion’s voice bursts through for a solo moment in the bridge, it captures that moment
of shimmering persistence of memory in a way the printed word can only hint at.
But so it is with music, it is of a time but also timeless; a thing with which to make
memories and the memory itself. Though we seldom consider it, music is built in time as
surely as a sculptor or welder works in physical space. Music transcends time by living within
it, just as reincarnation allows us to transcend life by living it again and again.
hen Dylan won the Nobel Prize in Literature, in 2016, he got a lot of
W stick. The man wrote songs! But did he deserve the accolade? Leonard
Cohen, one of his most literary contemporaries, had it right. Awarding Dylan
the Nobel, he said, “is like pinning a medal on Mt. Everest for being the
highest mountain.”
What makes Dylan’s career all the more remarkable is the way it has evolved,
with peaks, declivities, crags—all in service to the music he began to revere in
Hibbing. In his own way, he is reminiscent of Verdi, Monet, Yeats, O’Keeffe: a
freak of creative longevity. Nicholas Delbanco writes about this phenomenon in
“Lastingness: The Art of Old Age”; Delbanco’s teacher John Updike wrote
about it in his essay “Late Works,” and exemplified it in the poems he wrote
while dying of cancer in hospice care.
“I think that Bob Dylan knows this more than all of us—you don’t write the
songs anyhow,” Cohen said in his last meeting with reporters. “Your own
intentions have very little to do with this. You can keep the body as well-oiled
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and receptive as possible, but whether you’re actually going to be able to go for
the long haul is really not your own choice.”
Genius doesn’t owe explanations of itself. But perhaps the nearest Dylan came
to explaining both his gift and its durability was in 2015, accepting an award
from the charity MusiCares. Reading from a sheaf of papers in his hands,
Dylan exploded the myth of sui-generis brilliance.
“These songs didn’t come out of thin air,” he said. “I didn’t just make them up
out of whole cloth. . . . It all came out of traditional music: traditional folk
music, traditional rock and roll, and traditional big-band swing orchestra
music. . . . If you sang ‘John Henry’ as many times as me—‘John Henry was a
steel-driving man / Died with a hammer in his hand / John Henry said a man
ain’t nothin’ but a man / Before I let that steam drill drive me down / I’ll die
with that hammer in my hand.’ If you had sung that song as many times as I
did, you’d have written ‘How many roads must a man walk down?’ too.
“All these songs are connected,” he went on. “I just opened up a different door
in a different kind of way. . . . I thought I was just extending the line.” ♦
Published in the print edition of the October 31, 2022, issue, with the headline “Restless
Farewell.”
They thought that they’d found the perfect apartment. They weren’t alone.
It was one of the oldest buildings left downtown. Why not try to save it?
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