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Finding the future in the past

Dylan makes history
By CHARLES TAYLOR  |  September 7, 2006

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SILVER FOX: “I got the pork chops/She got the pie/She ain’t no angel/And neither am I,” a salacious Dylan intones playfully on Modern Times.
In Bernardo Bertolucci’s 2003 film The Dreamers, it’s May 1968 in Paris. Everything is up for grabs, on the verge of redefinition, and a song comes on the soundtrack that would have been familiar to young people anywhere in 1968, Bob Dylan’s “Queen Jane Approximately.” It hits with the freshness of something you’re hearing for the first time, something that makes you wonder whether anything could ever sound as good, and at that moment movie and song work together to collapse the distance between 1968 and now.

On Dylan’s Modern Times (Columbia), the distance that’s collapsed is considerably wider. Dylan is going back to a period he loves. That period happens to be one before he was born, but what the hell?

“To find the modern, you have to go back to the past,” says Greil Marcus in his new The Shape of Things To Come: Prophecy and the American Voice. Given the easy blues, country swing, and ’30s-style crooning that make up the 10 songs on Modern Times, you could take the title as ironic. It’s anything but. The album is called Modern Times because, for Dylan, this music hasn’t aged. Just as in The Dreamers “Queen Jane Approximately” sounds as if nothing had touched it in the past 40 years, so Dylan plays the songs here as if the past 70 years had produced nothing that touches him more than country swing or gently rolling blues, or gently rollicking blues, for that matter.

It’s a deceptively relaxed album. Mine isn’t the first review to cite the debt that the vocals on “Spirit on the Water” and “Beyond the Horizon” owe to Dylan’s idol, Bing Crosby. Dylan sings them in the offhand manner Crosby did; it could seem a throwaway until you realize that what he’s expressing is a profound acceptance of the chaos that love has made of his existence. “Spirit on the Water” goes on for more than seven minutes with a gently strummed guitar riff and brushstrokes on the drums, and you settle into the sound — until Dylan brings you up short. “Wanna be with you in paradise,” he sings, “and it seems so unfair/I can’t go to paradise no more/I killed a man back there,” and with that the tossed-off vocal becomes the earthly grace that’s achieved through tribulation.

Caught up in the sound of Modern Times, you could also miss the moment where an Old Testament prophet inhabits the voice of the blues singer (“Sooner or later, you too shall burn”), or a line bites as hard as anything in “Positively 4th Street” (“I’ll say this, I don’t give a damn about your dreams”). But Dylan and his band — Tony Garnier, George C. Receli, Stu Kimball, Denny Freeman, and Donny Herron — are caught up in the sound too. Dylan has often seemed to sing on top of the music, to hover above it, using it like a natural force to bolster his declamations. In the albums he’s made since 1997’s Time Out of Mind, he’s inside the music, wanting the groove to say as much as the lyrics.

He’s not effacing himself — he’s finding the skin he’s most comfortable in. Think of his wardrobe in recent years, the dapper pencil moustache, the string ties and trim Western suits. As Dylan carried himself in his 2003 film Masked and Anonymous (as original, funny, thrilling, and alarming a vision of America as any American movie in years), he could have been Hank Williams on the way to the next gig, or Stagger Lee looking to kill a man for the fun of it. His whole bearing is the most humble way imaginable of saying, “Don’t fuck with me.”

He’s adopted the salaciousness of bluesmen, musicians who didn’t pretend their sexual desire ebbed with age. That’s why his sound is often more roll than rock. It fits sentiments like the now infamous pass at Alicia Keys in the opening “Thunder on the Mountain,” or, a little later on, “I got the pork chops/She got the pie/She ain’t no angel/And neither am I.” That might be too much for some, like Rob Harvilla, who in the Village Voice admitted he had no trouble with icons making records about being close to death but that it really, really creeped him out to hear Dylan admit he still likes the ladies. But Dylan’s silver-foxiness isn’t just fun (and a way of honoring the essence of blues and rock and roll), it’s part of what’s elemental in this music. Modern Times has some of his most forthright and affecting declarations of love, like the stoic sob he gets in his voice when he sings, “I’ll be with you when the deal goes down,” right alongside burning declarations of erotic torment.

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Comments
Finding the future in the past
What's creepier: Dylan or Dylanologists? Talk amongst yerselves. . .
By squadcarM on 09/05/2006 at 10:19:25
Finding the future in the past
Shallow people are creepiest of all. You know there's no brake on their hatred.
By Fred M. on 09/06/2006 at 10:57:09

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