cool groove

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jolie holland, eh?

about isabelle eberhardt... i saw a tv docudrama about her sometime last fall on the german-french culture channel - what a woman!

yes, there's a few paintings in her story for sure!


(ed. for mistakingly using 'of' instead of 'on'!)

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Jolie Holland it is.

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http://www.videodesk.net/show.aspx?user ... k+13%2ewma

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the cleanest, sharpest and latest dylan boot on the net.

Really amazing-like having a front row seat on his best night

http://www.stud.ntnu.no/%7Enikgol/21-11-2004/

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Here's another one--Get'em downloaded while they're hot, because like all good things life they're only there for a little while then they're a long long gone time gone.

http://www.stud.ntnu.no/%7Enikgol/30-10-2004/

Maggie's Farm
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Lonesome Day Blues
Every Grain Of Sand
Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum
Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Girl Of The North Country (acoustic)
Floater (Too Much To Ask)
Highway 61 Revisited
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Honest With Me
Ballad Of Hollis Brown (acoustic)
Summer Days
(encore)

Like A Rolling Stone
All Along The Watchtower


Review by Bob Shiel


Last night Bob Dylan's crack band showed up on Halloween Eve in Tarble Hall at Carthage College in Kenosha,
accompanaied by Zimmie's 42 years old song lexicon, which is unquestionably the most versatile, ass-kicking,
heart assaulting, and just plain rocking repitoire of the 21st century. "21st century?" you say? Up you ass
right, brother. Bob is not at all a 20th century has been that meanders unconsciously onto stage to pander
to traditionalists or throwbacks who yearn for being taken back to a time long gone in the late 60s, aching
to be inebriated by stinky, stale, cerebral, sad ass, sugary, superficial, sympathetic, safe, syrupy,
self-controlled, same old sentimentality. No, brother, Mr. Dylan marches in lock step on stage to the tune
of an all-business band that neither aims to please nor hams for self-serving attention. This band couldn't
care less what you think. It's in your face (hence the tone and title of this review) re-worked versions
of timeless classics of Americana all night long, fuck you very much.

A band of civil outlaws, fashionably late and attired in charcoal Italians wool suits, western shirts,
cowboy hats, and boots, commenced with a sojourn to Maggie's Farm, yet the ole joint was utterly
unrecognizable on this visit. Bob's syncapated phrasing of the measures served as a combustible sniping
staccato with the blasting drums of Popeye-forearmed George Recile detonating the down beat. The times are
a changin', indeed. One would have thought this anthem had been written last week in concert with the 2004
presedential election which looms in 48 hours. Lonesome Day Blues must be seen and heard live as Bob tends
to spit-scream the lyrics across the stage at Tony Ganier, who is clearly as moved and motivated to nail
his bass patterns as he was the night he entered Bob's band in 1989. In Every Grain of Sand Larry
Campbell's bass runs and the spiritually elevating chords chord and lyrical harmonies brought the audience
to a momentary mountaintop. Tweedle Dee swerved the nirvana vibration into a 50s sock hop scene just
we travelled down to Cuidad Juarez and the big apple with another translation of Tom Thumb's Blues. It's
alright, ma, the crowd's only ejaculating the chorus line. In the north country there's a contemporary
ballad unreminiscent of the original chordal melody, but she's still a true friend to this day (if only Bob
were still plucking spontaneous, comical lead licks on the B and high E strings actuating Chaplain gestures
and ingenuity on this one). Floater's cork bobbed as Larry's meandering fiddle served as a bouyant life
preserver for this jazzy diddy that plainly plummets on a live stage. How in the hell can Highway 61 breathe
new life? Holy frozen gamblers, poor Howard's jiving and shucking the last original rhythms, starting and
stopping with shuddering suddenness, only to rip back into the rocker we all know and vomit and ignorantly
dismiss, for it is perpetually reworked. Show stopping Hard Rain ensued as Bob rapidly wordgrouped his
diction with unsparing, tempestuous, craving passion, musically horsing around with the melody, somehow
amusing himself yet entrancing the band into a pose which might only be described as solemn, reflective, and
earnestly grave to the first degree. Honast With Me, haplessly adduct the show into brass slide guiter
boredom with you. Hollis Brown's weighty fateful predicament mesmerized the masses and Larry's cittern
banged out juicy power chords punctuating Bob's playful pounding on the eighty eights. A hollow body Gibson
electric on Larry's end altered the customary Summer Days rockabilly riff, nut only temporarily, as the vigor
of Elvis' Sun Records days returned when the song crescendoed into the stratosphere as hips twisted
throughout the arena. How in God's kingdom on earth is Like A Rolling Stone capable of not sedating the
band, let alone the fans, into a 7 minute slimbering hibernation? The familiar 3 chord folk rock ballad All
Along The Watchtower defied danger by venturing into the peril of troubled waters, tindering a luminous
combustible beds of coals resulting from Bob's playing with fire itself.

Ah, to be sure, grashopper, the only real failure is living without risk, and gambling and roving the
countryside is prevailing survivor and human myth Bob Dylan, storied, creative, created, improbable,
apocryphal, invented, inventive, irresistable, impeccable, inquisitive, inevitable, intense, indisputable,
indifferent, insulting, indestrictable, incomparable, insubordinate, incoherent, inciteful, inspired,
impressive, imperfect, insistent, immortal, imaginative, imvulnerable, invigorating, intuitive, intoxicating,
intolerant, intelligent, and invincible at 63 and a half.

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Direct from the Paramount Theater in Seattle Washington on March 7th 2005 to you, Bob Dylan performing Queen Jane Approximately....okay, hit it, Bob:

http://www.northcountryblues.com/mp3/bd ... 7d1t07.mp3

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Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash....One Too Many Mornings

http://stommel.tamu.edu/~baum/music/dyl ... ings_1.mp3