One more weekend

Have fun.

And just for grins, a couple of fun articles about another guy I’m a slobbering fan of, Terry Pratchett here and here. Proud mother warning on the latter, though I do think he does a pretty good job pulling an essay together.

Speaking of being an unredeemed Dylan fan, spouse and I have recently watched The Other Side of the Mirror: Bob Dylan Live at Newport Folk Festival 1963-1965, Murray Lerner’s 2007 documentary put together from black-and-white archival footage he shot at the time. The film has no narrator. Except for a few audience commentaries and one interview with Joan Baez that is not about Bob Dylan, it mostly just consists of Bob Dylan on stage singing. And yet it is put together in such a way that you can trace his transition from a nervy, self-conscious young folksinger (who looked a lot like Kentucky’s own Silas House) to the black-jacketed cryptic oracle of a generation with halo of curls singing “Wa-once upon a time, you felt so fine, threw the bums a dime, in your prime, now didn’t you?” to Mike Bloomfield’s screaming electric guitar runs.

Lerner liked to shoot close in and given the ranks of microphones and the harmonica rig he always wore, that means we spend a lot of time watching Dylan’s eyes as he sings. I did not find that boring. The man’s eyes are very expressive (see above) but I did find myself wondering what he was perceiving.

Only one complaint. Johnny Cash only gets to sing one verse of “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right.” I’d have liked to hear all of that. It was one of the best things I’ve heard him do.

By the way, you can listen to a preview stream of the whole of Dylan’s new release Tell Tale Signs here at NPR. It’s another “bootleg.”