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Audio: Bob Dylan’s ‘Blood On The Tracks’ Sessions, Dec. 27, 1974 – ‘Idiot Wind’

Thirty-nine years ago, on December 27, 1974, Bob Dylan entered Sound 80 Studios in Minneapolis and re-recorded two songs he’d previously recorded in New York for a new album he was working on. Those new versions of “Idiot Wind” and “You’re Big Girl Now” are the ones that ended up on Blood On The Tracks.

I remember when I first listened to Blood On The Tracks when it was released in late January, 1975. The song that immediately blew me away was “Idiot Wind.” I thought at the time that Dylan had finally written a kind of followup to “Like A Rolling Stone” due to the bitterness in his voice and the bite of the chorus:

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads headin’ south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

The Blood On The Tracks sessions began at Columbia A&R Studios in New York on September 16, 1974. That studio was where he’d recorded his first six albums including Highway 61 Revisited. Dylan recorded in New York off and on, wrapping up on September 25, 1974. A test pressing of the album was made and Dylan planned to release that version of the album, which has been circulating as a bootleg ever since.

However Dylan changed his mind after playing the test pressing for his brother David who, according to Clinton Heylin, suggested Dylan recut the album in Minneapolis with local musicians.

“I had the acetate,” Dylan said years later. “I hadn’t listened to it for a couple of months. The record still hadn’t come out, and I put it on. I just didn’t… I thought the songs could have sounded differently, better. So I went in and re-recorded them.”

Two sessions took place — one on December 27 and a final session on December 30. Five songs recut during those sessions made it onto the album, and, of course, there has been disagreement for nearly 39 years now as to whether Dylan should have stuck with the New York tracks, or gone with the mix of New York and Minneapolis tracks as he did.

Dylan said to a radio interviewer who told him she enjoyed Blood On The Tracks:

“A lot of people tell me they enjoyed that album. It’s hard for me to relate to people enjoying that kind of pain.”

Below you can hear the versions of “Idiot Wind” and “You’re A Big Girl Now” that made it onto the album. I’ve also included versions that didn’t. Plus a couple of live versions.

“Idiot Wind,” Sound 80, Minneapolis, Minnesota, December 27, 2013:

Idiot Wind by Bob Dylan on Grooveshark

“You’re A Big Girl Now,” Sound 80, Minneapolis, Minnesota, December 27, 2013:

You're a Big Girl Now by Bob Dylan on Grooveshark

“Idiot Wind,” New York sessions outtake:

Track 04 by Bob Dylan on Grooveshark

“Idiot Wind,” outtake — stripped down acoustic version:

Track 11 by Bob Dylan on Grooveshark

“Idiot Wind,” live New Orleans May 3, 1976:

“You’re A Big Girl Now,” New York outtake, Sept. 23, 1974:

You're A Big Girl Now (NY Outtake) by Bob Dylan on Grooveshark

“You’re A Big Girl Now,” Jones Beach, Wantaugh, NY June 30, 1988

Plus “Up To Me,” a track recorded in New York that didn’t make the album:

Up to Me by Bob Dylan on Grooveshark

Watch: Lauryn Hill Does “Ex-Factor” in Brooklyn

Video of “Ex-Factor” from Ms. Lauryn Hill’s first post-prison performance, Bowery Ballroom, November 27, 2013.

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Watch: Bob Dylan’s First U.S. TV Appearance, May 1963 – ‘Man of Constant Sorrow,’ ‘Ballad of Hollis Brown’ & ‘Blowin’ in the Wind’

Fifty years ago, Bob Dylan made his first television appearance in the U.S. on WBC-TV, New York. The show was taped in March 1963 but didn’t air until May of that year.

“Blowin’ in the Wind”:

“Man of Constant Sorrow”:

“Ballad of Hollis Brown”:

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Watch & Listen: Jeff Tweedy Solo Show, NYC 2005 — Full Show

Photo via Wilco Facebook page.

This is the entire show Jeff Tweedy did at the Tribeca Performing Arts Center, November 17, 2005.

Set list:

1. Spiders (Kidsmoke)
2. Muzzle of Bees
3. I Am Trying to Break Your Heart
4. Wait Up
5. (Was I) In Your Dreams
6. Remember the Mountain Bed
7. Lost Love
8. Please Tell My Brother
9. Bob Dylan’s 49th Beard
10. Sugar Baby
11. My Words
12. Someday Some Morning Sometime
13. Summer Teeth
14. She’s A Jar

First encore:
15. Sunken Treasure
16. Not for the Season
17. He’s Back Jack-Whistling Jesus
18. War on War
19. Heavy Metal Drummer

Second encore:
20. The Lonely 1

Thanks Tulser John!

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Listen: Mazzy Star, Live in NYC 2013

Mazzy Star in the dark at Terminal 5, NYC.

No lights, no photos. Still, the photos the band’s photographer took are cool. and you get a sense of the live trip from the audio on this video.

Brooklyn Vegan pulled together a nice story with excerpts from the New York Times and Washington Post reviews. Check it out.

Memorial For Lou Reed To Be Held At Lincoln Center Thursday

A memorial for Lou Reed, who died Sunday October 27, 2013 in Southampton, New York, will be held at Lincoln Center beginning at 4 PM. The public is invited.

On Lou Reed’s Facebook page a new post reads:

“New York: Lou Reed at Lincoln Center”
A gathering open to the public – no speeches. no live performances, just Lou’s voice, guitar music & songs – playing the recordings selected by his family and friends.

The Paul Milstein Pool & Terrace at Lincoln Center
Thursday November 14th. Time 1:00PM to 4:00PM

Bono offered a tribute to Lou Reed in Rolling Stone that begins:

The world is noisier today, but not the kind of noise you want to turn up. The world of words is a little quiet and a good bit dumber, the world of music just not as sharp.

Lou Reed made music out of noise. The noise of the city. Big trucks clattering over potholes; the heavy breathing of subways, the rumble in the ground; the white noise of Wall Street; the pink noise of the old Times Square. The winking neon of downtown, its massage and tattoo parlors, its bars and diners, the whores and hoardings that make up the life of the big city.

New York City was to Lou Reed what Dublin was to James Joyce, the complete universe of his writing. He didn’t need to stray out of it for material, there was more than enough there for his love and his hate songs. From Metal Machine Music to Coney Island Baby, from his work in the Velvet Underground to his work with Metallica, the city that he devoted his life to was his muse more than any other. Until Laurie Anderson came into his life 20 years ago, you could be forgiven for thinking that Lou had no other love than the noise of New York City. If he thought people could be stupid, he thought New Yorkers were the smartest of them.

Lou Reed’s final performance, a reworking of the sad ballad “Candy Says” (from the Velvets third album), which took place at Paris’ Salle Pleyel in June of this year. Reed is joined by Antony.

Listen & Watch: My Bloody Valentine Blitz the Hammerstein Ballroom

My Bloody

My Bloody Valentine played the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York last night (November 11, 2013). Read a review of the show at Brooklyn Vegan, and check out some of the performances below.

“Soon”:

“New You”:

“You Never Should”:

“Only Shallow”:

Watch: The Strokes Singer Signs Cerebral Ballzy To His Cult Records Label

The Strokes singer Julian Casablancas has signed New York’s Cerebral Ballzy to his Cult Records label and will release the group’s second album, Jaded & Faded, next year.

The group has a Ramones-style punk-pop sound, as you can hear if you check out the video posted above. The black and white video is a tribute of sorts to the New York of the Velvet Underground’s mid-’60s, as well as French New Wave cinema and Edie Sedgwick.

Listen to “Better In Leather:

For more head to NME.

Art: Appreciating Art Spiegelman, Creater of “Maus” & Plenty More

Art Spiegelman self-portrait for the New York Times, via the New York Times.

The front page of today’s New York Times Arts & Leisure section includes a wonderful overview of the artist Art Spiegelman, who is best know for his graphic novel, “Maus.”

“It’s a landmark, the greatest graphic novel ever drawn,” Chris Ware tells the Times. “What makes it so special is not just the comics, not just the Holocaust, but that it’s an incredibly good, human book.”

A retrospective of Spiegelman’s work opens at the Jewish Museum in Manhattan on Nov. 8, 2013.

Head over to the New York Times to read about Spiegelman.

Spiegelman art via the Jewish Museum.

 

Why Lou Reed Matters: “…every bit Bob’s equal”

Photo via the Village Voice.

This past week the Village Voice published a wonderful essay on Lou Reed. Peter Gerstenzang zeroed in on the import of Lou Reed’s songwriting, calling him “Bob’s equal,” the Bob being, of course, Mr. Dylan.

Gerstenzang wrote:

Even knowing there was a cat around named Bob Dylan, who often gets the credit for marrying poetry and mature ideas to Rock and Roll, Lou Reed, who died from the results of liver disease, is, I believe, every bit Bob’s equal. Unquestionably as important, possibly more influential. Although there’s some similarity in their backgrounds (they’re both real rockers who listened to Little Richard before they ever read Rimbaud), Lou did things differently than Dylan. Where Bob introduced surrealism and symbolism into our music, Lou Reed did the same for realism. Perhaps, more accurately, photorealism.

Sure, Dylan told us about the mystery tramp, Queen Jane, that ghostly Johanna, people who lived in our dreams. Reed, no matter where he grew up or who he studied with, told us about people who lived in New Yawk. In 1964 or so, with Dylan delighting in “majestic bells of bolts” and tambourine men, Lou was writing, in complex, but no uncertain terms, about the kind of people who couldn’t resist the siren’s song, the supremely majestic feeling of shooting smack. Or speed. No code words, no metaphors, no clever substitutions. And, without any obvious moralizing, how when these drugs turned on you, you just wished you were dead.

For the rest of this insightful essay, head over to the Village Voice.