Showing posts with label Jakob Dylan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jakob Dylan. Show all posts

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Dylan (Jakob) on a Saturday


Traveling tomorrow, so a little note before I go on Jakob Dylan's new cd, Women and Country. I haven't quite absorbed it yet, but so far I like it, and I think better than his previous solo album, Seeing Things. That's already saying something.

Seeing Things was produced by Rick Rubin, a great choice. Women and Country by T Bone Burnett, another great choice. The differences are striking even though both works fall in the acoustic/folk camp. Seeing Things is spare. Women and Country more lush. Seeing things is about Dylan's voice, not so much the songs. Women and Country is about the songs, the setting. And there's plenty of Burnett atmosphere here. The songs are great, a good fit for their settings.

The most striking thing about the setting is the presence of Neko Case's voice on backing vocals. In fact, three of the songs are performed by Dylan and Case (with a few others) on NPR's, All Music Considered. And they're great, especially Holy Rollers for Love. (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125475688).

In an interview with Paste magazine, Dylan talks about the new cd and the collaborative process with Burnett. It fascinates me when artists talk about process and the meaning of their work. Dylan hasn't fallen far from the proverbial tree. It's not hard to hear Bob's own sentiments in many places. But Jakob talked about his music in one way that nailed it for me--the thing in his mixture that makes it stand out. Hope.

"I demand to put hope forward. I think there’s always been hope in my songs. Even if it was just a sliver. I wouldn’t know how to write otherwise—there’d just be too much darkness. It’d be too daunting. I think that’s the interesting stuff—I don’t overthink it, it’s music. But I do want hope in my music—when I’m talking to you or to myself, I don’t want to hear that there isn’t any hope. You talk to people all the time, you’re probably overwhelmed with how positive some people are, seeing brightness in everything. There are very few opportunities where you couldn’t find hope."

Dylan's music is clear evidence that hope isn't the same as being naive. Jakob doesn't duck the darkness. But the thing that lasts even in the darkness is hope. And so today, hope is the word.

"The world is crazy, or maybe just holy rollers for love."


Sunday, September 28, 2008

Dylan on a Sunday, Next Generation


Today I dwell in the music of Bob Dylan's offspring, Jakob. His band, The Wallflowers, has produced some great music. I have it all on my iTunes. It's straight ahead, lyrical, and smart. While no one would want to be compared with Bob, Jakob's poetic sensibility is an acorn not far from the genetic tree. His lyrics burn the world down (fire being a prominent motif), but the burning world is not devoid of life, and it bears meaning precisely in its huddling brokenness. His songs always make me want to start over, and they even make it seem possible.

He just released a solo album produced by the great Rick Rubin. It is spare--acoustic guitar and Jakob's smokey vocals. Parts of it are gripping, and most of it satisfying. My favorite song might not be the one to dwell in on a Sunday, but I love "Evil is Alive and Well." This isn't evil the way John McCain and Sarah Palin talk about it. It's more like the way C. S. Lewis imagines it. It's not always obvious, which makes it all the more evil.

It doesn't always have a shape
Almost never has a name
It maybe has a pitchfork, maybe has a tail
But evil is alive and well
It might walk upright from out of the inferno
May be coming horseback through deep snow
It's ragged and fat and hungry as hell

Evil is alive and well
Evil is alive
Evil is well
Evil is alive
Evil is well
On your feet to the tower and yell
Evil is alive and well

May be too humble to want to speak
May have a blood soaked bird in its teeth
Smoked filled skies and bees in the well
Evil is alive and well
Maybe in a palace it may be in the streets
May be here among us on a crowded beach
May be asleep in a roadside motel
But evil is alive and well