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Subject: Monmouth -- Another Review From: Zoner13 (email@example.com) Date: 21 Apr 1997 06:01:03 GMT Dear fellow peculiar Dylan fans -- Great God! I can't remember the last time I was this excited leaving a concert. I was at the Wayne show and had a great time, but this topped even that. (The fact I was directly on the rail might play a part. Get the rail! Go early!) This band is really starting to cook. The setlists have shown that the songs are beginning to vary -- last night he opened with a Buddy Holly song! He was back to Crash tonight, but no complaints. Hearing Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You right after made everything OK. What singing this guy still has. What EMOTION he pours out. It ain't the words. It's how he SINGS the words. When you get the tape of tonight (you should) -- listen to the singing on Don't Think Twice. Listen to the way Dylan still finds meaning in a song he wrote 35 years ago. Listen to the sound he gets. 5 people on stage and somehow it's as personal as ever. Listen to that phrasing. "I once loved a woman, a child I'M TOOOLD." And listen to that drawn out hyptonic sound of This Wheel's On Fire. "This -- wheel -- shall -- exploooohhhhhhhhde!" And me, front row. On the rail. I admit I wasn't excited to hear the opening of Masters of War. I've heard it too much, and never (blasphemy!) liked it much in the first place. But even tonight I found something great. I like the soft sound this band can get -- almost a whisper. So Dylan's voice -- a whisper, too, pours out like an echo, all through the room. I doubt a soundboard could pick this up. You need that echo. (DAT rules!) But any tape is gonna rock with Friend of The Devil -- one of those songs that rocks and touches you, too -- "first one's name is Anne Marie, she's my heart's delight" "FRIEND of the DEVIL is a FRIEND of MINE!!! If I get home, before dayLIGGGHHHT! I just might get some SLEEEeeeeep, toniiiiIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHTTT!!!" And any tape is gonna rock with Leopard Skin Pillbox hat. Listen to those guitars. It sounds like a hundred of them crashing together in a glorious celebration. And Dylan knows we'll be glad he's playing this song. And to see him there, right in front of us, with so much energy, glad to be still on the road, glad to have us here, bobbing back and forth, egging us on, pushing everything further. It's just about too much. My one hope for tonight was Stuck Inside (he plays it about every night, except when I show up.) But tonight I got it. And there are probably better versions of this, but it's great to see Dylan still getting such a kick out of it. ("Grandpa died last week! Now he's buuuried in the ROCKS!) And to hear this band let loose. I'm telling you. We're VERY lucky. He's still going. And he sounds (and looks -- a very "healthy" looking Dylan on stage) like he's not going to let up. A new album. A semi-new band. Another burst of energy. And I didn't get to the now standard songs -- You Ain't Goin' Nowhere, Silvio, Tangled, or even some semi-new selections. Lot to Laugh/Train to Cry. Or the "new" encore -- I Shall Be Released. But enough of my yacking. The tapes will come. Until then, since this will be my last concert for a while, I'm going to savor every last memory. Front row. On the rail. Bob Dylan. What a world! Zoner
Subject: Monmouth, 4/ 20, Set List, Revew From: Marvincat9 (firstname.lastname@example.org) Date: 21 Apr 1997 13:21:12 GMT 1. Crash on the Levee 2. Tonight, I'll Be Staying Here With You 3. All Along the Watchtower 4. You Ain't Goin' Nowhere 5. It Takes A Lot to Laugh, It Takes A Train to Cry 6. Silvio 7. Friend of the Devil (acoustic) 8. Masters of War (acoustic) 9. Tangled up in Blue (acoustic)-unbelievable version 10. Memphis Blues Again 11. This Wheel's on Fire 12. Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat encore 13. I Shall Be Released 14. Don't Think Twice (absolutely supernatural) 15. Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 ONLY disappointment: NO HARMONICA Personal observations: Overheard- "This is the toughest ticket on the tour." A lot of people looking, no one selling, that I saw. Dylan in great shape, tremendous form. He wore a charcoal gray tux, white shirt with the collar buttoned, black string tie. By the end of Friend of the Devil, he had sweated through the coat. By the end of the show the entire coat was drenched. but he never unbuttoned coat or tie. Springsteen was rumoured to be there, but he wasn't. Dylan worked incredibly hard and played beautifully. As they say in Monmouth County, "Springsteen should work so hard." By the end of the show the audience was standing, stomping, screaming, crying. "Don't Think Twice" wa the best performance I've EVER seen by Dylan, and I've seen a few. Even the band members seemed stunned by his intense, lengthy solo. The new guitar player was stiff as a poker and seemed in awe of the goings on. Dylan played lead most of the time, it seemed to me. Dylan played to the audience, smiled, danced, introduced the band, carried off a dozen roses at the end of the show. He's at his very best, and something is happening here. Great show- this has to be the hottest ticket in the land, to those in the know. Catch it if you can. I think we're seeing the real him at last.
Subject: Monmouth 4/20 Not too long From: Tom Favata (email@example.com) Date: 21 Apr 1997 15:18:12 GMT Another Jersey Gym, another great show. For a change, I decided to get to the gig real early-like. My better half and I arriving at the venue at about 2:30 PM. At that time there were only a handful of people waiting at the entrance. I soon learned that these folks were here in part to see Bruce Springsteen, who now lives in Monmouth and was rumored to be a guest at tonight's show(NOT!). I passed the time waiting for the doors to open by listening to the Yankee bullpen blow yet another game on my Walkman(check alt.blownsave.yanks for further details on that front). The game ended just as the doors opened at 6:30. Of course the genius security guard at the door told me I couldn't enter the building with my NON-RECORDABLE AND EMPTY walkman, so I did what any self respecting Dylan fan who had just spent 4 hours standing in line to be at the foot of the stage would do. I tossed it into the trash and proceeded into the gym. We took our place front and center of the stage, standing only behind a young man in a wheelchair who came all the way from San Francisco(and I thought the trek from NYC was a bitch). Although I have seen Dylan a few times from this close range, the Supper Club shows to name but a few, it would be a first for Debbie, my soon to be bride. For over 4 hours she stood patiently outside amongst various side shows, while yours truly listened to the final Yankee game ever to emanate from my soon to be defunct Walkman. 7:40 The show begins. Dylan walks out carrying his white cowboy hat, but does not put it on. He would be hat-less throughout. As the show progressed, it became apparent he would be harp-less as well, for he not once reached for his trusty harmonica. It would not be missed. This was a night for Dylan to strut his guitar stuff. His acoustic playing on Friend of the Devil, Tangled, and the encore Don't Think Twice were simply amazing. And boy, was he having fun. Throughout the show, he sported a "How' m I doing?' shit kickin' grin with almost every new lick. He posed, shuffled and shimmied throughout. Being as close as we were, it was really something to see. Hearing, however, was another matter entirely. Standing at the foot of the stage, Dylan's vocals(not to mention Larry Campbell's fiddle on Friend of the Devil) were barely audible. The speakers were actually behind us, so the sound at the foot of the stage was pretty poor. A decision had to be made. Would we rather see the show or hear the show? After the acoustic set, we decided the latter. We moved back to about the middle of the floor, and were rewarded with a mix that delivered Dylan's vocals as we hadn't heard them all night, crisp, warm, and upfront. The visual trade-off was well worth it. As you have probably read the setlist already, I won't repeat it. It was a night much like Wayne a week ago, where a cool setlist combined with a near flawless performance. Even an abandoned walkman and a Yankee loss could not taint it. Tom and Debbie