This is a dark period in Dylan's career. It's in the rather hallow space between the rousing Rolling Thunder Revue Tour (1975-1976) and the Gospel Tour (1979-1980). Later in 1976, Martin Scorsese would film The Last Waltz as The Band says farewell to Bob Dylan, ending a major period in Dylan's career.
The period of 1977-1978 is a rather dark time, for the country and for Dylan. We see the cubistic film Renaldo and Clara released for five minutes, never to be seen again (unless it's more of the grainy rough versions that come and go on YouTube). His marriage ends. Elvis dies. Dylan tours Japan and releases Street Legal. The period might be called his Neil Diamond Period - he might have been aiming for the Vegas Elvis, but got as far as Diamond. He was missing something.
Then in November 1978, someone threw a cross up on the stage during his concert. Dylan picked it up and put it in his pocket. "I brought it backstage and I brought it with me to the next town, which was out in Arizona," Dylan said in a 1979 interview. "I was feeling even worse than I'd felt when I was in San Diego. I said, 'Well, I need something tonight.' I didn't know what it was. I was used to all kinds of things. I said, 'I need something tonight that I didn't have before.' And I looked in my pocket and I had this cross."
By 1979, he would release Slow Train Coming.
With that all in mind, it is interesting to look back at this concert. He does not perform like this anymore. He did not perform like he did during most of the recorded Rolling Thunder Tour. His earlier personas (masks?) - the hipster, the protester, the vagabond, the voice of a generation - are far behind him.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Whatever playful joy we see in Dylan over the years - well it does not show up here. What we get here is pain. It is an honest performance - and sometimes honesty is not what people want. The critics didn't want it and this show has been buried or decades. He's not going to work for Maggie's Farm no more, he howls, he's had it. Done.
When he returns a year later, he fires all his friends, brings in Vegas-style back-up singers, and seeks his inner-Elvis (or what killed him), like it's all style and not soul.
The soul. We get soul here and it's shattered. Watch if you can his Idiot Wind performance. He seems to be wailing at himself, filled with scorn and shame. Maybe he is wailing at others - but it seems like the ugly rage is one the inside. He pulls it back in the in the finale, bring us a a pleading of with Knocking on Heaven's Door. "Mama, take this badge off of me," he pleads, "I can't do it anymore." Tragic is not too strong a word.
Amazing. In a few years he will sing a brand new song. He'll write those songs. And he still sings those songs. This "Dylan" will be gone. Can't say I've seen him since.
Three years later he writes a brand new lexicon of music. Here Gospel singers reflect and perform on the music he would only a few years after Hard Rain:
B. Dylan 1979