Some will never understand the depth and simplicity of this song. No effects just a band in the zone. When Dylan peels into the lead on the Fender Strat that's simply run thru a Fender Bassman Amp he turns that lead into a Godlike piece of music.
metelgear soft you do realise this is a Grammy performance and Is completely live the only thing edited about this video is the stage diver or the soybomb guy whose top is kicked away by bobs bass player Tony Garnier.
@@callan5903 this was played on stage for the grammys......and wat you think that thing hanging o ut the back of his guitar is? his fingers are on point with every note...if he was any more live he'd be a power pole.
If you only knew. This wasn’t Dylan on stage as a rock star banging out shopworn hits. This was simply Dylan being Dylan and you could take it or leave it. He wasn’t there to placate the crowd plodding through old standards. He was there to be Dylan and no apologies for it.
Dylan's voice in '97 was incredible. So intense! Tony's grinning from ear to ear, and Bob goes into Chuck Berry mode when riffing out that solo. Fucking glorious.
@@judyheard6266 Someone said: "he's Charlie Chaplin...he's Dylan Thomas...he moves constantly...". I love his music so much. He's a peculiar artist and I feel that you can like him or not..and if you don't it's ok...I can understand. Though when you like him as much as I do he goes deep...so deep into your heart..beyond every possible imagination. That's how I feel his music.
I adore this man, as we all do. I love watching his face when he's doing his electric thing, with Eric, alone, or this band. He obviously loves what he's doing, I'm so happy he withstood all the "boo's" whenever he did electric. I don't remember what he was doing, and why they boo'd other than they wanted acoustic/harmonica. NOBODY loves that more than I do, but when I watch his face playing electric, it warms my soul. He ENJOYS it. Love and respect to you Mr. Dylan, he's actually just "Dylan" to me.
How many times I've watched this astounded by Dylan's brilliant Lazarus type renaissance to reemerge as the greatest performer in modern times and enigmatic as ever I'm still blown away by the guitar solo which I only realised recently is him? Isn't it!? These concerts when his voice was still powerful were just brilliant and blew grunge out of the water! Not bad for an ageing folk artist who supposedly made a mistake going electric! Some people will never be satisfied and you can't please all of the people all of the time out of their minds!
I was in love with this girl in college. It was a liberal arts college, mind you. Found the arts appreciation professor who seemed pretty well-versed with the tribulations of life and asked him to tell me more about love. He recommended reading Plato's Symposium, a poem by Yeats, and this song. This song takes me back to that summer night, that feeling of longing, and the hope of salvation. And that professor of course. God bless you Mr. Chaubey.
This such a moving rendition of this song I feel every word to my core and relate with Bob’s every vocal inflection and heart nuance of his delivery! He plays excellent lead guitar and seeing him with this great footage is an incredible gift! Thank you for uploading and sharing this gem! “Could you ever be true? I think of you and wonder... I don’t know what to do...”
Estou caminhando I'm walkin' Por ruas que estão mortas Through streets that are dead Walkin ' Walkin' Caminhando com você na minha cabeça Walkin' with you in my head Meus pés estão tão cansados My feet are so tired Meu cérebro está tão ligado My brain is so wired E as nuvens estão chorando And the clouds are weepin' Eu Did I Ouviu alguém mentir? Hear someone tell a lie? Eu Did I Ouça o choro distante de alguém? Hear someone's distant cry? Falei como uma criança I spoke like a child Você me destruiu com um sorriso You destroyed me with a smile Enquanto eu estava dormindo While I was sleepin' Estou farto de amor I'm sick of love Que estou no meio disso That I'm in the thick of it Esse tipo de amor This kind of love Estou tão farto disso I'm so sick of it eu vejo I see Vejo amantes na campina I see lovers in the meadow eu vejo I see Vejo silhuetas na janela I see silhouettes in the window Eu os assisto até que eles se vão I watch them 'til they're gone E eles me deixam esperando And they leave me hangin' on Para uma sombra To a shadow Estou farto de amor I'm sick of love Eu ouço o tique-taque do relógio I hear the clock tick Este tipo de amor: This kind of love: Estou apaixonado I'm lovesick Muscians Muscians As vezes Sometimes O silêncio pode ser como um trovão The silence can be like thunder As vezes Sometimes Eu quero pegar a estrada e saquear I wanna take to the road and plunder Você poderia ser verdade? Could you ever be true? Eu penso em você I think of you E eu imagino And I wonder Estou farto de amor I'm sick of love Eu queria nunca ter conhecido você I wish I'd never met you Estou farto de amor I'm sick of love Estou tentando te esquecer I'm tryin' to forget you Só não sei o que fazer Just don't know what to do Eu daria qualquer coisa para I'd give anything to Estar com você Be with you Compositor:? Songwriter:? Muscians :? Muscians:?
That's what I wanted to see, I can't find the full song with Soy Bomb, I wanted friends to see how Bob never missed a beat when some nutcase out of nowhere shows up on stage next to him. He never misses a beat.
Yeah, this is strange that the soy bomb man isn't in it. Also, i read in the comments section of another video that shows the soy bomb guy that this guy (the commenter) was there at that performance and it didn't happen like that at all! He said that Bob Dylan had Soybomb written on himself! Frickin' weird weird. Maybe soybomb guy is a time traveler? That's what my mind immediately thought of when he wasn't in this video but that's just crazy old me.
This song, this performance, is beautiful and visceral within the context of the (cheesy) Grammys. Several of the dancing women in black tights had orgasms. Because Dylan is as original and compelling as a wasp's sting at a pleasant picnic.
