Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Verse on the Tracks


You know that line in Dylan's "Tangled up in Blue" about the Italian poet from the thirteenth century? Apparently a few other people have wondered who that poet might be, and it seems Bob wasn't too sure either. There's been some intense online debating about it. One guy tried listening to every live version of the song, and somewhere in December 1978 things start getting weird:

ORIGINAL ALBUM RECORDING:

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

--

Source: 15 November 1978, Forum, Inglewood, California, USA.

Then she opened up a book of poems
And she started quotin' it to me
It was either written by Charles Baudelaire
Or some poem from the 13 century

--

Source: 23 November 1978, Lloyd Noble Center, Norman, Oklahoma, USA.

It was either written by Charles Baudelaire
Or some Italian poem from the 13th century

--

Source: 2 December 1978, Municipal Auditorium, Nashville, Tennessee, USA.

Then she opened up the Bible
And she started quotin' it to me
Jeremiah, (??),
Chapters 1 & 33

--

Source: 9 December 1978, Carolina Coliseum, Columbia, South Carolina, USA.

Then she opened up the Bible
And she started quotin' it to me
Jeremiah, chapters 32,
Verses (21 & 33)

--

Source: 10 December 1978, Charlotte Coliseum, Charlotte, North Carolina,
USA.

"You know, you look like you could be the silent type"
And she opened up the Bible
And she started quoting it to me
Jeremiah, chapter 17,
From verses 21 and 33

--

Source: 12 December 1978, The Omni, Atlanta, Georgia, USA.

Then she opened up the Bible
And she started quotin' it to me
Jeramiah, chapters 37 (& 38,)
Verses 29 & 33

--

Source: 13 December 1978, The Coliseum, Jacksonville, Florida, USA.

She lit a burner on the stove
She was wearing a housecoat made out of stars and stripes
"Thought you'd forgot how to-know how to say," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up the Bible
And she started quotin' it to me
Jeramiah, chapters 10 & 20,
Verses 21 & 33

--

Source: 15 December 1978, Civic Center, Lakeland, Florida, USA.

She was dressed in a dress had stars and stripes
"Thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You know, you look like you could be the silent type."
Then she opened up the Bible
And she started quotin' it to me
Jeremiah, chapters 36,
Verses 21 & 33

--

Source: 16 December 1978, Hollywood Sportatorium, Hollywood, Florida
[=Miami?], USA.
This was the last performance before the "Gospel era".

She was wearing a housecoat made of stars and stripes
"Thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You know, you look like you could be the silent type."
Then she opened up the Bible
And she started quotin' it to me
Jeremiah, chapter 31,
Verses 9 to 33

--

All the following performances omit this verse altogether!

Source: 4 June 1984, Sportpaleis Ahoy, Rotterdam, The Netherlands.
This was the first post-Gospel performance.
Source: 9 June 1984, Ullevi Stadion, Gothenburg, Sweden.
Source: 11 June 1984, Stadion Bierberer Berg, Offenbach, West Germany (as
it then was).
Source: 13 June 1984, Waldbuhne, West-Berlin, West Germany (as it then
was).
Source: 19 June 1984, Roma Palaeur, Rome, Italy.
Source: "Real Live", 29 November 1984 (performed 7 July 1984, Wembley
Stadium, London, England).
Source: 8 July 1984, Slane Castle, Slane, Ireland.

Bob weighed in during a 1978 interview:
Dylan: I like that song. Yeah that poet from the 13th century....
Interviewer: Who was that ?
Dylan: Plutarch. Is that his name ?
Interviewer: Yeah.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Year in: Vampires

Part III

About the time I started listening to the Vampire Weekend album I noticed a red and white mug in my office kitchen. It featured a picture of Vlad Tepes, the fifteenth century Romanian prince who sometimes called himself "Dracula." Next to the picture were the words "Dra-Cula" in a red-and-white design meant to imitate the Coca-Cola logo. On the bottom of the mug was a circular stamp with the words "Marca Inregistrata in Transylvania" encircling a bat. While this mug didn't make any specific reference to vampires, it perfectly illustrated the frequent conflation of Vlad Tepes with the fictional character of Dracula which I had run into again and again in the research for my article on vampires and tourism. Vlad Tepes (whose name means "Vlad the Impaler" but who had nothing to do with vampires) was born in the Transylvania region of Romania. Bram Stoker used his nickname - "Dracula" - for the name of the Transylvanian vampire count in his Victorian novel. Ever since then, westerners have mixed up the historical Vlad Tepes with the fictional Count Dracula. And over the past few decades Romanians have figured it out and started to capitalize on it. Selling red and white Vlad Tepes mugs is just one example.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Aphorism (on Biking)


T
he road is always roughest at intersections.



Friday, January 2, 2009

The Year in: Japanese Food Packaging


On the outside: a golden butterfly. On the inside: foul-tasting brown beans coated in a sticky goo. Some cooking may be necessary. Awaiting translation.

The Year in: Retro Pornography


On a friend's bedside table, Bushwick.

The Year in: Gay Literature of the Street


This truck is parked on the same block in Chelsea every day.

The Year in: Vampires

Part II

The appearance of Vampire Weekend was strange, even disturbing, but simultaneously exciting, because I had just started working on an article about Dracula, tourism, and a trip to a small town in Transylvania. Over the following months, vampires seemed to lurk in every corner. First came the bus-stop ads for a sports drink called "Tru Blood," which turned out to be a subversive marketing campaign for the HBO series "True Blood," about attractive young vampires and telepathics in a fictional Louisiana town.
Then a friend happened to attend a lecture on "Historical Amnesia in Contemporary Russia," in which professor Dina Khapaeva discussed the fantasy novel Night Watch (Nochnoi Dozo), which centers on a war between armies of "light" and "dark" vampires. The book came out in 1998 and was hugely popular. A movie adaptation of Night Watch was made in 2004 and went on to become Russia's highest-grossing film ever. It looks and feels like The Matrix, but with pale, grim-mouthed Russian vampires instead of pale, grim-mouthed American "Agents."

Then these somewhat alarming ads for Remy Martin champagne started popping up amidst the shadows of the subway. It was hard to tell what the intended message was, but there was one I could not rule out: in adequate quantities, champagne induces vampirism.

[to be continued]