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"I wanted to make an odyssey, to return home to somewhere. I set out towards this home, left long ago, though I couldn’t remember the exact location, even though I knew I was heading there. Encountering what I met on the road was what I expected. I had no ambitions..."
In front of the red curtain of the City Hall in Newcastle (England, 1966) on May 21, a pale-faced Bob Dylan performed, holding the "betrayer" electric, the black Telecaster, together with the Band
led by Robbie Robertson - the second part of the concert, the electric set, was booed by the English audience... the Band, labeled a "pop group", was snubbed by those present, Dylan persisted undeterred: Now you don't seem so proud/about having to be scrounging for your next meaaaaaaaaaaaaal...
On May 15 of the previous year, a fifteen-year-old boy from Chilham, Kent, stole the cover of a Zimmie record from a shop in Canterbury: "Yes, I admit it", he told the judge, "I knew the record wasn’t even inside, but Bob Dylan is the best!"
Now, however, as the audience exits the hall, comments like "Listening to such rubbish makes you want to vomit...", or "I think the spirit of Dylan's songs is not being respected..."
No, the times, they are not changin', no, definitely not, people continue to look with their eyes turned inside out, the union between the guitar and the amplifier is seen as a Galileo of rock -
and the priests shout "Judas!"... they don't have the nose, no, they don’t.
An old schoolmate recalls a school performance by Bobby - "he pounded so hard on the piano keys that it seemed as if he wanted to destroy it... the principal lowered the curtain..." . Of course, yes - in Hibbing no one had the faintest idea of what rock and roll was, indeed, Rock and Roll.
But you can't get too close to Dylan, he burns.
Ex. #1 -
- Bobby, there’s someone in the audience threatening to shoot you...
- Oh, really? I’m not okay with that, I mean - they can shoot me, but I'm not okay with them telling me beforehand!
Ex. #2 -
- Mr. Dylan, it almost seems like you're embarrassed to admit your success in the music world... does it embarrass you, I don’t know, I have this impression because...
- Well, what do you expect me to do? What embarrassment? I don’t know, should I jump on the table, shout Hallelujah and destroy the cameras? What should I do? Tell me, and I’ll do it...
An insignificant thought twists in the palm of the hand, finds no outlet, expresses itself through a word like many others that can have a different meaning for each person - CAZZAROLA.
A must-see for every Rock lover. A documentary with some serious balls. The freakiest character of all the krautrockers (plus) hippies put together.
Play It Fucking L-L-L-Looud!
Absolutely.
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