05-10-06

Bob Dylan herkent in zich niet de Bob Dylan die de mensen, de fans in hem zien….

Je est un autre.

 

Je wordt beroemd, je wordt een naam, je krijgt naam, het kan gebeuren dat je jezelf daarop beroemt, je hebt het gemaakt, je identificeert je met wat je overkomt want ijdelheid is een gevoel dat we allen kennen en niet zo onaangenaam, het streelt … Identificatie met een strelend beeld is dus verleidelijk. En spoedig eindig je met een illusie, een waanbeeld: het  geloof in het beeld dat jij van jezelf of dat de anderen van jou hebben gemaakt. Dat verklaart waarom  Dylan in het volgende interview uit 2004 zegt:  “you feel like an imposter“, je voelt je een bedrieger, een oplichter…De anderen zien in jou iemand die jij niet ziet.  Maar is dat haast niet altijd? Alleen bij beroemdheden is dat duizendmaal uitvergroot.

 

Wie  Dylan echt is, is geen vraag die je met woorden kan beantwoorden, je kan hem bekijken, hem beluisteren en dat is hij, zodra je hem op een ogenblik vastlegt sluipt de leugen, het bedrog binnen. Het is een shot, een vastgelegd beeld, geen beweging meer. Een woord is een werkinstrument om de realiteit te benaderen  maar is niet de realiteit zelf. Dat besef valt dagelijks terug bij te sturen….

 

Beroemd zijn heeft zijn specifieke problemen, vooral ook je wordt een soort ‘fabriek’ waar massa’s mensen van leven (als broodwinning, als ideaalbeeld, als wensdroom, als ingebeelde geliefde enz…) Massa’s beelden waartussen jij moet standhouden, en verder ‘n gewoon leven moet trachten te leiden, een leven waarin je nog moet kunnen ademen, vrij zijn.  Hoe moeilijk dat is zie je aan Elvis, Marilyn Monroe en een hele resem beroemdheden die  dan maar de ‘verslaving’ induiken.

 

De krant ‘De Morgen’ startte gisteren met zijn poëziereeks (telkens op woensdag) In hun promoboekje kondigen ze  o.a. Emily Dickinson aan, toch niet de minste, en drukken ze een vers van haar af (in vertaling) dat duidelijk bij dit thema past:

 

Ik ben Niemand! Wie ben jij?

Ben jij – ook - Niemand?

Ben ik dan niet alleen?

Stt! Weet je - het komt zo in de krant!

 

 Wat saai – Iemand – te zijn!

Om als een Kikker in zijn sas –

Zijn naam te roepen – elke junidag –

Voor een bewonderend  moeras !

 

Tenslotte verwijst Dickinson hier ook naar Basho’s kikker, de kikker die even een plonsje maakt plop en dat is het dan geweest. Kikker waar we hier trouwens al naar verwezen in een van onze eerste logjes… Eigenlijk kan je zeggen, het doet er allemaal niet toe, ons hart klopt, we ademen dezelfde lucht, krijgen dezelfde ziekten, delen dezelfde gedachten maar hangen ons soms vast of op en beginnen dan te roesten. Voeling houden met die ‘well of creativity’ creativiteitsbron zegt Dylan waarvan de commentator wel zegt dat hij ze teruggevonden heeft maar Dylan stelt wel dat hij geen teksten meer kan schrijven zoals “it’a all right ma, I’m only bleedin’” hij is ondertussen ook 40 jaar ouder…

Bijzonder eerlijk interview van een man die hier zeer authentiek lijkt ook al staat hij voor de lens en wordt hij geïnterviewd, gelukkig door een attentieve en alerte interviewer. Mooi zijn de kleine trekjes van Dylan zijn aarzelend nee zeggen, binnensmonds, hm hm… Natuurlijk is dit een portret (en dus een stilstaand beeld) maar een mooi waar ook de interviewer verrast door was.

 

 

 

url:    http://video.google.nl/videoplay?docid=-87284623158603861...

 

Hier de transcriptie van dit interview uit 2004 afgenomen door een uitstekende

Ed Bradley voor  ’60 minutes’ :


There is no living musician who has been more influential than Bob Dylan.
Over a 43-year career, his distinctive twang and poetic lyrics have produced some of the most memorable songs ever written. In the '60s, his songs of protest and turmoil spoke to an entire generation.

While his life has been the subject of endless interpretation, he’s been largely silent. Now, at age 63, he has written a memoir called "Chronicles, Volume One."  I finally got to sit down with him in his first television interview in nearly 20 years.
What you will see is pure Dylan mysterious, elusive, fascinating – just like his music.

E.B.: “I’ve read somewhere you wrote ‘Blowin’ in the wind’ in 10 minutes, is that right?”

Bob Dylan (nods)  “ probably”

E.B: “just like that…”

B.D.: “Yeah”

E.B.: “Where did it come from?

B.D: “It just came. It came from euh…like … right of that wellspring of creativity, you know “

 

That wellspring of creativity has sustained Bob Dylan for more than 4 decades and  produced 500 songs and more than 40 albums.

 

E;B.: Do you ever look at music that you have written and look back at music and say oh that surprises me?

Bob Dylan: "I used to. I don't do that anymore. I don't know how I got to write those songs.”

 

E.B: “ What do you mean with I don’t know how.?”

 

B.D: “Well those early songs were almost magically written, 

 

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

 

This Dylan classic  "It's Alright, Ma."  was written in 1964…

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.


B.D;: "Try to sit down and write something like that. There's a magic to that, and it's not Siegfried and Roy kind of magic, you know? It's a different kind of a penetrating magic. And, you know, I did it. I did it at one time."

 

E.B.: “ You don’t think you can do it again today?”

B.D.: “hm hm

E.B.: “Does that disappoint you?”

B.D.: “ Well you can’t do something for ever,
I did it once, and I can do other things now. But, I can't do that."

Dylan has been writing music since he was a teenager in the remote town of Hibbing, Minnesota, the eldest of two sons of Abraham and Beatty Zimmerman.

 

E.B.: “Did you have a good life, a happy childhood, growing up?”

B.D.: "I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy,I always knew that there was something out there that I needed to get to. And it wasn't where I was at that particular moment."

E.B.: “It wasn’t in Minessota?”

B.D.: “No.”

It was in New York City as he writes in his book he came alive when at age 19, he moved to Greenwich Village in New York City – which at the time was the frenetic center of the '60s counterculture. Within months, he had signed a recording contract with Columbia Records.

E.B.: "You refer to New York as the capital of the world. But when you told your father that, he thought that it was a joke. Did your parents approve of you being a singer-songwriter? Going to New York?"

B.D.: "No. They wouldn't have wanted that for me. But my parents never went anywhere,. My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home, that, for them, was the capital of the world."

E.B.: “What made you different? What pushed you out there?”

B.D.: "Well, I listened to the radio a lot. I hung out in the record stores. And I slam-banged around on the guitar and played the piano and learned songs from a world which didn't exist around me,".

He says that even then he knew he was destined to become a music legend. "I was heading for the fantastic lights," he writes. "Destiny was looking right at me and nobody else."

E.B.: “You use the word destiny over and over throughout the book.
What does that mean to you?”

B.D.: "It's a feeling you have that you know something about yourself - nobody else does - the picture you have in your mind of what you're about will come true,It's kind of a thing you kind of have to keep to your own self, because it's a fragile feeling.and if you put it out there, somebody will kill it. So, it’s best to keep that all inside."

 

When we  asked him why he changed his name, he said that was destiny too.

 

E.B.: “So you didn’t see yourself as Robert Zimmerman.”

B.D.: “ yeah for some reason, I never did…”

E.B.: “Even before you started performing?”

B.D.: "No …Some people – you're born, you know, the wrong names, wrong parents. I mean, that happens,"

E.B.: “Tell me how you decided on Bob Dylan?”

B.D.: . "You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free."

Bob Dylan created a world inspired by old folk music, with piercing and poetic lyrics, as in songs like  "A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall."

 

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

 

 Songs that reflected the tension and unrest of the civil rights and anti-war movements of the '60s.

It was an explosive mixture that turned Dylan, by age 25, into a cultural and political icon - playing to sold out concert halls around the world, and followed by people wherever he went. He was called the voice of his generation – and was actually referred to as a prophet, a messiah.

He saw himself simply as a musician:

B.D.: "You feel like an impostor when someone thinks you're something and you're not."
E.B.: “What was the image that people had of you? And what was the reality? “

B.D.: "The image of me was certainly not a songwriter or a singer,It was more like some kind of a threat to society in some kind of way."

E.B.: “What was the toughest part for you personally? “

 

B.D.:"It was like me being in an Edgar Allan Poe story. And you're just not that person everybody thinks you are, though they call you that all the time,'You're the prophet. You're the savior.' I never wanted to be a prophet or savior. Elvis maybe. I could easily see myself becoming him. But prophet? No."

E.B.: “I know and I accept you don’t see yourself as the voice of that generation, but some of your songs did stop people call you and they saw them as anthems and they saw them as protestsongs. It was important in their lives, it sparked the movement.”


Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

 

E.B.: “ I know you may not have seen them that way, but that was the way to them”

B.D: silently nods

E.B.: “ How do you reconcile those two things?”

B.D.: "My stuff were songs, you know? They weren't sermons. If you examine the songs, I don't believe you're gonna find anything in there that says that I'm a spokesman for anybody or anything really."

E.B.: "But they saw it," 

B.D.: "They must not have heard the songs,".

E.B.: "It's ironic,you know that the way that people viewed you was just the polar opposite of the way you viewed yourself," 

B.D.: "Isn't that something,"


Dylan did almost anything to shatter the lofty image many people had of him. He writes that he intentionally made bad records, once poured whiskey over his head in public. And  as a stunt, he went to
Israel and made a point of having his picture taken at the Wailing Wall wearing a skullcap.

 

E.B.: “When you went to Israel you wrote ‘the newspapers changed me overnight into a Zionist and this helped a little.’ How did that help?”

B.D.: "If the common perception of me out there in the public was that I was either a drunk, or I was a sicko, or a Zionist, or a Buddhist, or a Catholic, or a Mormon – all of this was better than 'Archbishop of Anarchy,'"

E.B.: “…says the spokesman of a generation opposed to everything

B.D.: hm hm


He was especially opposed to the media, which he says were always trying to pin him down.

 

E.B.: “Let me talk a little bit about your relationship with the media. You wrote  "The press, I figured, you lied to it." Why? “

B.D: "I realized at the time that the press, the media, they're not the judge - God's the judge,The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant."

Bob Dylan tried to run away from all of that. In the mid-'60s, he retreated with his wife and three young children to
Woodstock, N.Y. But even there, he couldn’t escape the legions of fans who descended on his home, begging for an audience with the legend himself.

 

E.B.: “So people would actually  come to the house, why?”

B.D.:  “ wanting to discuss things with me, politics and philosophy and organic farming and things."
E.B.: “What did you know about organic farming?”

B.D.:  "Nothing,,not a thing."

E.B.: “What did you mean when you wrote that ‘the funny thing about fame is that nobody believes it's you’? “

B.D.: "People, they'll say, 'Are you who I think you are?' And you'll say, 'I don't know.' Then, they'll say, 'You're him.' And you'll say, 'OK, you know, that – yes,' And then, the next thing they'll say, 'Well, no, you know? Like are you really him? You're not him.' And, you know, that can go on and on."

E.B.: “You go at restaurants now?

B.D.: “ I don’t  like to eat in restaurants”

E.B.: “Because people come up to say ‘are you him?

B.D.: “ That’s all  gonna happen yeah…

E.B.: “ Did you ever get used to it? “

B.D.: “No…”  


At his peak, fame was taking its toll on Dylan. He was heading toward a divorce from his wife, Sara. And in concerts, he wore white makeup to mask himself. But his songs revealed the pain.

E.B.: You said ‘ My wife, when she married me had no idea what she was getting into..’

B.D.:  "She was with me back then, through thick and thin, you know? And it just wasn't the kind of life that she had ever envisioned for herself, any more the than the kind of life that I was living, that I had envisioned for mine."

By the mid-1980s, he felt he was burned out and over the hill. He also wrote  "I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic. A wordsmith from bygone days. I'm in the bottomless pit of cultural oblivion." 

E.B.: “Those are pretty harsh words.”
B.D.: "Well, I'd seen all these titles written about me, you know,"

E.B.: “And you started to believe them?”

B.D.:  "I believed it, anyway. I wasn't getting any thrill out of performing. I thought it might be time to close it up. …

E.B.: “You really thought of quitting, folding up the tent?”

B.D.: “ I had thought I'd just put it away for a while. But then I started thinking, 'That's enough, you know?'"

But within a few years, Dylan told us he had recaptured his creative spark, and he  went back on the road, performing more than 100 concerts a year. In 1998 he won three Grammy awards. At age 63, Bob Dylan remains a voice as unique and powerful as any there has ever been in American music.

His fellow musicians paid tribute to him when he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, joining him in a rousing rendition of his most famous song, "Like a Rolling Stone."

 

E.B.: “As you probably know  Rolling Stone magazine named your song,” Like a Rolling Stone “ the No. 1 song of all time. 12 of your songs are in their list of the Top 500. "That must be good to have as part of your legacy," 

B.D.: "Oh, maybe this week. But you know, the list, they change names, and you know, quite frequently, really. I don't really pay much attention to that," 

E.B.: "But it's a pat on the back," 

B.D.: "This week it is, but, you know, who's to say how long that's gonna last?"
E.B.: “ Well, it ‘s lasted a long time for you,I mean you are still out here  doing these songs, you’re still on tour.”

B.D.: “I do but I don’t take it for granted.”

E.B.: “So why are you  still out there?

B.D.: "Well, it goes back to that destiny thing. I mean, I made a bargain with it, you know, long time ago. And I'm holding up my end …

E.B.: “ What was your bargain?”

B.D.: “To get where I am now,"

E.B.: “Should I ask you whom you made the bargain with?”

B.D.:(laughs)  "With the chief commander,

E.B.: “On this earth?”

B.D.: "On this earth and in the world we can't see."

Bob Dylan has been nominated this year for the Nobel Prize in literature for his songwriting. His new book has been a bestseller for the past seven weeks. It was published by Simon & Schuster, which is owned by Viacom, the parent company of CBS. Dylan is planning to write two more volumes of his memoirs.

 

Lyrics:

Times are a’changing: http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/times.html

It’s allright ma (I’m only bleedin’): http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/itsalright.html

A hard rain is gonna fall: http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/hardrain.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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hallo Ben net genezen van enkele dagen ziekte (IK DANK JOU voor jouw steunend woordje) en kom ik op jouw blog en krijg ik daar een posting van jou, die in kengte wel overeenkomt met 1001 postings! Wat een boterham voor de eerste avonds na een ziekte. Maar goed... die kikker, niet... wel die kiiker, wat zou die voor een beeld hebben van lui die hem of haar voorbijlopen?
Hartelijke groeten uit Niedersachsen

Gepost door: sebastian | 05-10-06

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