Last day of the tour. I wake up early to complete the diary notes from yesterday's concert. I sit in the warm , almost living-room-like library in "The Gore Hotel". Opened in 1892, after originally having been the Turkish embassy. It is dignified in every respect, but also got some rock and roll credibility , … Continue reading 28th of November 2013 : Bob Dylan, Royal Albert Hall: “Mood Swings , Cast Iron Songs And Torch Ballads.”
Month: November 2013
“I Lie Awake And Listen To The Sound Of Pain” – Bob Dylan, Blackpool, 24th of November 2013
Last night in Blackpool. After yesterday's amazing concert I expected at the outset that the curve is slightly declining , like the third concert without a break has tended to be. My basic pessimism has often proved to be a friend - it is thus rarely to get disappointed in life, often it turns out … Continue reading “I Lie Awake And Listen To The Sound Of Pain” – Bob Dylan, Blackpool, 24th of November 2013
“Flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark” – Bob Dylan, Blackpool, 23rd of November 2013
It's morning in Blackpool, and in a neurotic seizure of self-justice, it occurs to me that I might in yesterday's notes have judged the city too hard, after only having seen it in the dark the night before. After breakfast I therefore leave The Big Blue Hotel located at the end of a spectacular roller … Continue reading “Flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark” – Bob Dylan, Blackpool, 23rd of November 2013
“Flesh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark” – Bob Dylan, Blackpool, 23.11.13
Det er morgen i Blackpool, og i et nevrotisk anfall av selvjustis, slår det meg at jeg kanskje i gårsdagens notater har dømt byen for hardt, etter kun å ha sett den i mørket dagen før. Etter frokost forlater jeg derfor The Big Blue Hotel som ligger i enden av en spektakulær berg- og dalbane … Continue reading “Flesh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark” – Bob Dylan, Blackpool, 23.11.13
28. november 2013: Bob Dylan, Royal Albert Hall. Mood Swings, Cast Iron Songs and Torch Ballads 2013-11-29
Det er turnéens siste dag. Jeg våkner tidlig for å gjøre ferdig dagboknotatene fra gårsdagens konsert. Jeg setter meg i det varme, nesten stueaktige biblioteket på »The Gore Hotel«. Hotellet ble åpnet i 1892, etter å opprinnelig ha vært tyrkisk ambassade. Det er ærverdig i alle henseende, men har også en viss rockn roll-kredibilitet, all … Continue reading 28. november 2013: Bob Dylan, Royal Albert Hall. Mood Swings, Cast Iron Songs and Torch Ballads 2013-11-29
Tangled Up In The Big Blue Hotel – Bob Dylan In Blackpool, 22th of November, 2013
Car . Boat. Taxi . Airport Express . Fly. Delayed flight. Luggage . Delayed luggage . Airport Express , but one airport train late. Fight myself into the tube to Euston. Fight myself out of the tube to Euston. Running for life, coughing and with the taste of blood in mouth, hear it resound through … Continue reading Tangled Up In The Big Blue Hotel – Bob Dylan In Blackpool, 22th of November, 2013
Tangled Up In The Big Blue Hotel, Bob Dylan i Blackpool, 22.11.13
Bil. Båt. Drosje. Flytog. Fly. Forsinket fly. Bagasje. Forsinket bagasje. Flytog, men ett flytog for sent. Kjempe seg inn på t-banen til Euston. Kjempe seg ut av t-banen til Euston. Løpe for livet med hostekule og blodsmak I munnen, høre det runge gjennom lokalet at toget mitt »are going to leave«, øke farten utover anbefalt … Continue reading Tangled Up In The Big Blue Hotel, Bob Dylan i Blackpool, 22.11.13
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