They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
Jahrhunderthalle
Frankfurt, Germany
6 November 2003
Bob Dylan (vocal & piano)
Freddie Koella (guitar)
Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
“Yesterday I got out home with a quiet feeling that i would be experiencing the standard selection of songs in this european fall tour that, although unchanged since the beginning of this leg of the tour, it’s a stellar selection composed of songs of one my favourite album: tempest! So i entered the ballroom with a relaxed mood, just like visiting the Gioconda in the Louvre, that you’ve never seen in your life, but, you know, it stands in your mind as a fixed image…the stage is ready and i appreciated the six big hollywood vintage lowpowered spotlights as crown from above. The lights went out on time and soon magic fills the air because unexpectedly LEOPARD skin pill box opens the show…” Read more from Claudio Manara over at Boblinks…
Rome, Italy Atlantico November 6, 2013
Bob Dylan – piano, harp
Tony Garnier – bass
George Recile – drums
Stu Kimball – rhythm guitar
Charlie Sexton on lead guitar
Donnie Herron – banjo, electric mandolin, pedal steel, lap steel
That was an inspired song that came to me. I felt like I was just putting down words that were coming from somewhere else, and I just stuck it out.
~Bob Dylan (“Biograph” notes)
“That’s an excellent song, very painless song to write,… It took like 12 seconds – or that’s how it felt.”
~Bob Dylan (to Robert Hilburn – Feb 1992)
…But “Every Grain of Sand” is something special: the “Chimes of Freedom” and “Mr. Tambourine Man” of Bob Dylan’s Christian period. A pearl among swine, it has surety and strength all down the line. Also vulnerability.
~Paul Nelson (from his famous “Rolling Stone Magazine” review of “Shot Of Love” – Oct. 1981)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, “Who is that man?”
You try so hard
But you don’t understand
Just what you’ll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
