Thursday, January 5, 2023

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Bob Dylan

Banquet speech

Bob Dylan’s speech at the Nobel Banquet in the Stockholm City Hall on 10 December 2016, was given by the United States Ambassador to Sweden Azita Raji.

Nobel Banquet speech, 10 December 2016

Good evening, everyone. I extend my warmest greetings to the members of the Swedish Academy and to all of the other distinguished guests in attendance tonight.

I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but please know that I am most definitely with you in spirit and honored to be receiving such a prestigious prize. Being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature is something I never could have imagined or seen coming. From an early age, I’ve been familiar with and reading and absorbing the works of those who were deemed worthy of such a distinction: Kipling, Shaw, Thomas Mann, Pearl Buck, Albert Camus, Hemingway. These giants of literature whose works are taught in the schoolroom, housed in libraries around the world and spoken of in reverent tones have always made a deep impression. That I now join the names on such a list is truly beyond words.

I don’t know if these men and women ever thought of the Nobel honor for themselves, but I suppose that anyone writing a book, or a poem, or a play anywhere in the world might harbor that secret dream deep down inside. It’s probably buried so deep that they don’t even know it’s there.

If someone had ever told me that I had the slightest chance of winning the Nobel Prize, I would have to think that I’d have about the same odds as standing on the moon. In fact, during the year I was born and for a few years after, there wasn’t anyone in the world who was considered good enough to win this Nobel Prize. So, I recognize that I am in very rare company, to say the least.

I was out on the road when I received this surprising news, and it took me more than a few minutes to properly process it. I began to think about William Shakespeare, the great literary figure. I would reckon he thought of himself as a dramatist. The thought that he was writing literature couldn’t have entered his head. His words were written for the stage. Meant to be spoken not read. When he was writing Hamlet, I’m sure he was thinking about a lot of different things: “Who’re the right actors for these roles?” “How should this be staged?” “Do I really want to set this in Denmark?” His creative vision and ambitions were no doubt at the forefront of his mind, but there were also more mundane matters to consider and deal with. “Is the financing in place?” “Are there enough good seats for my patrons?” “Where am I going to get a human skull?” I would bet that the farthest thing from Shakespeare’s mind was the question “Is this literature?”

When I started writing songs as a teenager, and even as I started to achieve some renown for my abilities, my aspirations for these songs only went so far. I thought they could be heard in coffee houses or bars, maybe later in places like Carnegie Hall, the London Palladium. If I was really dreaming big, maybe I could imagine getting to make a record and then hearing my songs on the radio. That was really the big prize in my mind. Making records and hearing your songs on the radio meant that you were reaching a big audience and that you might get to keep doing what you had set out to do.

Well, I’ve been doing what I set out to do for a long time, now. I’ve made dozens of records and played thousands of concerts all around the world. But it’s my songs that are at the vital center of almost everything I do. They seemed to have found a place in the lives of many people throughout many different cultures and I’m grateful for that.

But there’s one thing I must say. As a performer I’ve played for 50,000 people and I’ve played for 50 people and I can tell you that it is harder to play for 50 people. 50,000 people have a singular persona, not so with 50. Each person has an individual, separate identity, a world unto themselves. They can perceive things more clearly. Your honesty and how it relates to the depth of your talent is tried. The fact that the Nobel committee is so small is not lost on me.

But, like Shakespeare, I too am often occupied with the pursuit of my creative endeavors and dealing with all aspects of life’s mundane matters. “Who are the best musicians for these songs?” “Am I recording in the right studio?” “Is this song in the right key?” Some things never change, even in 400 years.

Not once have I ever had the time to ask myself, “Are my songs literature?”

So, I do thank the Swedish Academy, both for taking the time to consider that very question, and, ultimately, for providing such a wonderful answer.

My best wishes to you all,

Bob Dylan

Chuck Busey

Philosophy translates in Greek as "Love of Wisdom

Chuck Busey and I had a good relationship

I think he saw me as an echo of his own son

An iconoclastic guitarist and egoist who thinks he is always right

 

We talked a lot on that porch in Somerset

One day we were getting into math and he said, "What a waste...

He quickly apologized but I wasn't offended

I knew what he meant

 

One day when he stayed with us at Gemini Rd he was outside my door secretly listening to me play guitar

He came in when I was done and said, "I get it

He understood

Engineering has many faces

It didn't really matter what my discipline might be

I will nail it

 

When I asked for his daughter's hand in marriage he asked me about my religious beliefs

I looked at him and said I will not lie to you

He hung his head a little and said, "I always hoped she would marry a Christian man

 

Chuck Busey is high on my list of all my favorite people

I am pleased to call him my friend

All our hours of private conversation allowed the knowing of the other man

We could look at each other and see into the soul of the other man

 

His daughter married a Christian man

Popeyes

 

So the big adrenaline let down

I don't really feel sorry for the guy

I wonder now if he also was inebriated

Else why would do such a stupid thing

I never smelled his breath since I was holding him by the throat by arms length most of the time I dealt with him

 

I did the thing I do often

After it was over I consulted my Grandfathers, father and dead uncles, seeking their reactions

I think almost universally they were pleased with what I did but really thought I missed an opportunity to finish him off

I guess that's where we're different

I think Chuck Busey would have just laughed

He would think, That guy really thought he had a chance?

I know, Mr Busey

I promised to protect your baby girl

 

My Great Grandfather Singleton Banks would probably agree with how I handled it

He shot his own son in law to death because he decided to beat up Singleton's daughter

The man now has to live with the shame of me shaming him

Just a sentence

 

I look at them all and declare, I'm the only one here who plays Bach

They collectively sigh and agree with me 

And I lead them by the hand into the future

 

Comedy must have drama

But drama without comedy is just film noir


 

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Popeye

My big takeaway is the look in Michele's eyes when it was over

There's a new sparkle I've never seen before in her eyes

She said, "I knew you would protect me but...."

You fill in the blanks

 

Righteousness

I guess that's what its all about

 

Drunkeness

I couldn't have done what I did if I weren't slightly tanked

Not stumbling but I remember the moment

 

When he said that thing and I thought

Kevin you have a choice to speak now or forever hold your peace

Would I have done the same thing if I were sober?

Good question

Oh, I spoke up

 

I am always onstage

 

Public speaking is a real issue for a lot of people

I get it

 

I can stand on a stage and sing in a microphone

The audience is more afraid than me

 

Guitar players are lot like Batman

We have a belt with ancillary things like a can of Whupass

I thought

Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, Keith Richard

Do you want a street fight with a guitar player

First of all, they are probably smarter than you

And they won't fight fair

 

With a little alchohol they think they are invincible

Perhaps because they always were

 

When you are too afraid to speak your righteous mind

It's a hard society to live in

 

The feeling of my hand on his throat

It was majestic

 

When we got back in the car after the incident the first thing I did was look at Michele and ask "What did you just see?"

She vacilated for a moment and I repeated my question

I knew what I had seen

I just wanted to make sure she saw the same thing

 

She said

It was one motion. You were talking to me and when the door opened you moved to the right and grabbed him by the throat and shoved him away.

 

What really happened was that I grabbed him by throat while stepping out of my vehicle

I walked him backwards by the throat for several feet meanwhile telling him to Get The Fuck Out Of Here

The look in his eyes which only I could see told me he was suddenly afraid and knew he was Check Mated

And perhaps ready to leave after a few more Fuck You's

 

I really knew from the first moment it was a little biblical

The man insulting the disabled man

And only I am standing there in gap

The only one brave enough to defend the weak

And tell the bully to Fuck Off

I have a serious issue with bullies

 

Michele will never get the image out of her mind

For me it is like I still have a GoPro .mov in my mind where I see the whole episode with just a few lapses in the movie.

I suppose I will recover them

One by one

 

It's already epic

The whole family knows the story now

 

Music is played in milleseconds

With a great deal of planning before you ever play the first note in a song

Time slows down

 

Monday, July 6, 2020

Fun In Music

If you can't have fun playing music, you are in the wrong business.

Monday, June 29, 2020

How to play the Song

I have figured out what it is.
When I saw James Hogan as my rhythm guitar player in church yesterday.
I stood out on the Grateful Dead Rug and said here is where the backbeat is.
I saw the musicians with me and they seemed so frail.
ROCK OUT. Play your notes. If you fuck up the chart, so what.
The song. Play the song. Rock Out.
Rock Out.
I stomped the backbeat. Sweating.
Here is where the song is.
James, working with the chart.
My mind, the chart is not the song.