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Maybe you know the myth, maybe you don't. It simply doesn't matter. Forget all your preconceptions about Bob Dylan--the poet-troubadour, the over-rated 60's protest-song writer, Mr. "Blowin' in the Wind", or even the man with a voice that sounds like a cat choking on a hairball. It simply doesn't matter--Live 1996 will surprise Dylan-lovers, haters and I-don't-knowers alike...
...Judas!" taunted one dissatisfied listener. "I don't believe you," Dylan sneers back, hauntingly echoing the words of an earlier song, "you're a liar". If not for this exchange, Dylan's performance might have been regarded as merely a dissatisfaction to the audience, rather than pure treachery. To them, Bob Dylan was supposed to be the protector of the "Old Guard" against Rock and Roll, a crusader for the rights of the common people through his songs--the liner notes suggest that this concert marked him as "a traitor to the proletariat cause...
...never Dylan's desire to be an icon. He never meant to be compartmentalized as a protest-song writer. Indeed, his refusal to play at Woodstock and his later Christian revival period speak very strongly to his discomfort of being idolized as the father of a generation. Live 1966 was another repudiation. This is the angriest that you will ever hear...
...ever stopped yourself from listening to his music because you fear his voice, fear and loathe no more. Just listen to track three on the first disc, which contains the first half of the concert, done solo and acoustic. Arguably his best and most comprehensive song, "Visions of Johanna" is one of four songs performed for the concert from one of his best albums, Blonde on Blonde--released just two days prior to the concert. Other songs from this album included on Live 1966 are "Fourth Time Around," "Just Like A Woman," and "Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat." On "Visions...
...night air like an icecovered blade. It is actually quite sickening how quiet the audience was. They clapped as if they were at tennis match. It was as if Dylan was singing to an empty room. Dylan continued his phonetic retort, savoring every "Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there's no place that I'm going to!" He spits out the word "to" as if he was disgusted...