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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Me, oh, my, oh! Here we are, almost a year flown by again since the last Manhattan literary orgy referred to amongst we congnescenti as The New Yorker Festival. [And let me offer ye chicklets this little nibbin of advice: if you want to attend any of the events, make haste and get thee to a celly and buzz, buzz, buzz the number listed for tickets. They sell out in the blink of an eye, so have your finger at the ready as soon as the day of sale dawns on September 7th!]

Once more, on Friday, October 6, 2006, our beloved Coraghessan will be reading, coupled with partner Andrea Lee. A few years ago, the Festival love-bombed Bob Dylan with a little event called "Bringing It All Back Home: A Night of Bob Dylan to Benefit PEN." A plethora of bold-faced names were scheduled to appear. Well, let's let Ryan Bartelmay of Gadfly Online elaborate:
...Billed as a series of artists (writers, musicians, scholars) paying tribute to a man who has inspired them and so many others since the early 1960s, "Bringing It All Back Home" was to be held at Town Hall on 42nd Street, just off Times Square—the site where Dylan played his first major concert in April 1963, after leaving the Greenwich Village coffeehouses. I wanted to hear what a few literary folks and musicians — people who I admired like Rick Moody, T. C[oraghessan] Boyle, Tracey Chapman, and Graham Parker — had to say about him...

...Fred and I made it to our balcony seats just as the show was beginning (the show lasted over two hours). It kicked off with the opening to D.A. Pennebaker's Don’t Look Back — Dylan flipping the lyric cards. Then came the folks paying tribute. Graham Parker told a story about being on tour with Dylan, and then he played I Threw It All Away. Anne Waldman read a poem paying homage to the Shaman, Bob Dylan, while her 16-year-old son improvised on the sax. I was waiting for the audience to start snapping, but they never did. T. C[oraghessan] Boyle read a piece about wanting his hair to look like Dylan’s on the cover of Blonde On Blonde. He told the audience that all writers wanted to be Bob Dylan, and that’s why they formed bands. Rather, that’s why he formed a band—a very bad band, he said. Rick Moody read a prose tribute to his favorite album, Blood On the Tracks. The Esquires—David Rawlings, Gillian Welch, and David Steele—did a ten-minute, raw-and-rocking cover of Idiot Wind. Bobbie Ann Mason told the audience that Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote somewhere that he wanted a poet to come and sing in the American idiom. She believed this to be Bob Dylan. The Boston University professor and literary critic Christopher Ricks talked about Dylan’s brilliant use of rhyme. Patti Smith said Dylan’s songs helped her, a wallflower, come into bloom. Then she sang Dark Eyes a cappella, and I almost started crying. [Editor's Note: We wuvs our Patti!] Greg Brown and Rickie Lee Jones each came out separately with their acoustic guitars and covered a Dylan song, as did Tracy Chapman. The final performance of the night was from the man himself, in a recording from the Steve Allen Show, when he played The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carrol....

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