On Tuesday, March 1, 2016 at 3:06:25 AM UTC-5, Rachel wrote:
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> Why don't you ask Bob Dylan? He's the Messiah, isn't he?
I would but I haven't seen him since 1997... he did wink at my girl friend, though.
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Bob Dylan 971030 in Columbus, Georgia
October 30, 1997
Columbus, Georgia
Columbus Civic Center
Subject: Columbus View
From: DuncanHume
Date: 31 Oct 1997 16:46:51 GMT
Organization: AOL
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4th show of the leg for me. Columbus Civic Center. Huge cavernous place with
air conditioning providing a chilly blast, blowing away the chance of any
intimate atmosphere. Had a lousy seat but it didn't matter. People just stood
where they wanted. It was like a general admission show ! 8.10 and on stage.
Black suit (new to me) blue silk shirt, white bow tie and those shoes !
Maggie's a la previous shows, Bob getting used to the environment. Sound at the
front of the stage was very poor. It seems you really have to pay the price
for being so close, by losing the vocal, further back was much clearer I am
told. Lay Lady Lay. Bob still kind of stiff, his motor not started yet. Cold
Irons bound was given the great intro of recent shows, building so well,
Kemper following the rest with his sudden beat intro. Bob was still a little
rigid but you could see that he was slowly getting involved. By the close of
the song he was with warmed up (despite the arctic chill of the a/c).
Big Girl Now with Campbell playing some really nice patterns over Bob's gentle
lyric. More people crowd to the front realizing no one is going to be asked to
return to their seat. Can't Wait is just so great. The lines delivered in 4 or
5 word bursts, back and forth between the melody. Silvio is, well, Silvio. Guy
to my right screams the lyric in my ear, I wish he wouldn't. Cocaine. Well the
guy to my right sings throughout the song and the kids behind me suck down
their beer and chatter. Why do this ? I feel like asking Bob to hold on a
minute, let me just kill a few of these people and you can start again. But
no, pay for your ticket and don't complain, I know. "All around my brain"
homer to my right shouts, devoid of any tune, beating Bob to the line. Get me
a shotgun now. I know, move. To where, how ? We are now packed in nice and
tight, I ain't goin' nowhere. Tangled, Homer knows all the words (don't we
all) and he's out to prove it. Bob beats him to some lines, extends others and
manages to confuse him so he give's up half way through. Bob sing's the song
with passion and obvious enjoyment. Campbell really drives this along so well.
The footlights at the front on the stage (a new feature for me) suddenly burst
in to life. All the other lights are killed and we get a new look at Bob.
Lighting directly in to his face. Bright and clear. It's very strange and very
cinematic.
Baby Blue has me guessing for a couple of seconds. A long intro before the
familiar tune emerges. Homer knows all the words again. Bob does to. Bob's
version is much better ! Bucky slides the melody with the precision we all
come to expect and take for granted. 'Til I Fell in Love get's Bob's vocal
chords the full workout. The band grin as Bob fires his way through the song.
So what's next. No it can't be, yes it is, Not Dark Yet. A quiet gentle intro
which I figured out in a micro second. I've been wondering how he'll do this.
How will he hit those wonderful low notes in the refrain? How can he recreate
the rich sound on stage?. He can't. Now don't misunderstand me. A very great
first performance. Like the CD version but only less depth in the vocal. Of
course, Homer next to me has also got the CD and shouts "but it's getting
there" at each opportunity. Thanks Homer.
61 really gets rocking. Bob's face pours with sweat. I get a high five as he
leaves (honest). Make a note, never wash right hand again. Back for Rolling
Stone. A big bunch of flowers hits the stage, to Bob's right. Then a pink bra
! Looked like a "B" cup but I can't be sure. Big finish. Back for It Ain't me
Babe. God this is great. Never thought I'd be tapping my feet to this one. New
faster version with a Kemper shuffle. It adds so much and changes the feeling
of the song for me. No more pleading, more instructing, No No No It Ain't Me
Babe. Love Sick and Campbell really plays a lovely lead. I'm increasingly
impressed with him. His eyes seem to get bigger and bigger as the show goes on
so by the end he look's continually shocked ! Rainy Day closes. Everybody
having fun, I can't hear Homer above the noise of the band. I glance right.
He's shouting, singing and punching the air, having a good old time.
That's what it's about after all...
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My girlfriend of that era, Lisa Scarborough, tossed her poetry chapbook onto the stage, which landed at Dylan's feet. He was playing guitar so his hands we busy and couldn't steep to pick it up, but he carefully stepped over it and winked at Lisa. Her poetry has been posted at alt.arts.poetry.comments, like 20 years ago back around the same time I first started posting at these Usenet groups. I'll find some and repost it for you.
:)