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Rejoicing

October 13, 2016 by Greg Sandow

Well, I think it’s thrilling that Bob Dylan won his Nobel prize. One of the most profound artists alive today. Someone who goes very deep in me.

dylan-blog dylan-blogAnd I’m also thrilled because by choosing him the Nobel people validated something I’ve been talking about for quite a while — that art has migrated beyond the arts. “The arts” in this case being defined as an industry (made up of institutions offering high art) that claims to represent all art. But doesn’t, because art — and this started long ago — has migrated outside it. And is found all through our society, in pop music, film, TV, cuisine, fashion, children’s books. And the list could go on and on.

When they chose Dylan, the Nobel people showed that they get this.

And also his music

Of course Dylan won the prize for literature. Which he richly deserves.

But here I smell a little bit of danger, the possibility, however small, that giving him a literary prize plays into an anti-pop music prejudice. Namely the belief that if pop music has cultural significance, that’s only because of its lyrics. As if Dylan wrote visionary lyrics, and then sang them to tunes that — compared to classical music or jazz — are pretty elementary.

But I don’t buy that, not at all. If there were a Nobel prize for music, Dylan would deserve that, too. Because, for one thing, his lyrics were written to be sung. Came to us through his music. And wouldn’t for a moment have attracted our attention if his music weren’t the perfect vessel for his words. If it didn’t — by itself — compel us to listen.

As if  “Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (the last song on Blonde on Blonde”) didn’t from its very first moments live (like the slow movement of a Mahler symphony) in expanded time, already stretching toward its 11-minute length (an eternity for pop music).

As if each verse of the song (which is strophic, but the verses aren’t at all simply constructed) didn’t contain with in it the song’s refrain, tucked into the verse, not separate.

As if after each verse there’s something that sounds like a transition to the next one. But isn’t, because Dylan breaks in on it, as if he can’t bear not to go on. Which, for brief moments, is the only hurry in the song. Which otherwise stays inexorable, never stops moving, moving slowly, never stopping, never wasting even the smallest instant.

…his voice…

And as if Dylan didn’t sing the end of the chorus…

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Should I put them by your gate,

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

…differently each time. The performance, in pop music, being central to the music’s text. (As it so definitely isn’t in classical music.) The varied singing of each chorus being part of the the flow, the form, the evolution of the song.

As is all of Dylan’s singing, right from the start. His voice, so unfairly called tuneless (listen to Nashville Skyline, or his two albums of Frank Sinatra songs, Shadows in the Night and Fallen Angels, ) moves through gradations of singing and speech.

So I read the lyrics…

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times

…and then I hear him sing…

With your mercury mouth [now rising and moving toward speech] in the missionary times

…and then if I listen with my analytic ear I hear more gradations of tone and emphasis just in those words than I’d know how to notate. This is music as body language. Musical flow as body language. Echoing over, under, and around the melody and chords (the things in the song that classical music knows how to quantify), echoing through the guitar, drums, bass, and organ in the band, echoing all around the resonant words. Through five long stanzas, in no hurry, with no destination, always just…

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,

And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,

And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,

Oh, do they think could bury you?

With your pockets well protected at last,

And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,

And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,

Who could they get to carry you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,

Should I put them by your gate,

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

(plus four stanzas more, a copyright violation to quote them)

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Comments

  1. Krunschelaar says

    October 14, 2016 at 1:40 am

    Dylan’s work hardly holds up against the best English-language poetry of the past, let alone against major living and deceased 20th and 21st century American (or even Canadian) poets. You are certainly an authority on music, but Professor Sandow, come on, what you’ve posted as “poetry” would not even make it into many anthologies. Compare Dylan to the last poet who received the Nobel Prize, Tomas Tranströmer. The latter’s poetry is that–original, striking, compelling. Dylan’s tired, sing-songy rhymes and sentimentality are an entire century and a half too late. It’s like there never was an Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, Stephen Crane, etc, let alone any of the great poets of the 20th century! Come on. If what he’s written is “literature,” that word no longer has much meaning at all!

  2. Howard Mandel says

    October 14, 2016 at 9:05 am

    Nice analysis, thanks so much Greg. I’m with you on hailing Dylan’s lyrics, and though I’ve long held the belief that creativity in music should be about exploration, experimentation and “advancement” into new areas, you’ve triggered me to wonder if Dylan as a musician has done something fantastic by crystalling so effectively and yes, “authentically” traditional, folkloric forms, giving us an encyclopedia of Americana in inseparable service of eternal themes.

  3. Michael Robinson says

    October 14, 2016 at 1:33 pm

    Thanks, Greg, for these important insights, especially welcome because most everywhere else I read there were tired clichés.

    Helen Vendler is the only living wordsmith in the English language in league with Bob, so its ironic that she doesn’t appear to be an admirer. If so, that would be due to how the music and lyrics are irrevocably intertwined, like rasa and raga. For some his singing is a never-acquired taste, thus missing those thoughts so sublime.

    Bob feasts his inner senses on anahata nada (unstruck sound), along with a ferocious appetite to manifest in the realm of ahata nada (struck sound) too.

    The Chumash Indians lived in Malibu for nearly four thousand years. I don’t know if Bob has ever written a song about them, but he likely feels their spirits and ghosts in the breezes and wind with or without knowing what it is.

  4. thad says

    October 15, 2016 at 8:09 pm

    Giving Bob Dylan the Nobel Prize in Literature is like awarding the Nobel Prize in Chemistry to the guy who discovered that putting Mentos in Diet Coke will make the bottle explode.

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