From Here to There

Having considered a number of different things this is really all I have to say on the matter right now.

Back Home to Highway 61

Has anybody out there on the corner of some virtual Tin Pan Alley ever written a song with the title “Back home on Highway 61?” If not then why not? Just another passing thought that I’ve recorded here and will likely forget as quickly as it came to me. So ... which in the name of heaven, earth and sourdough is the better album; “Bringing it all back home” or “Highway 61 Revisited”? Never mind the rest of his output, because I’m writing this, and a simple comparison of two albums is way is easier than any other evaluation piece that’s looking across Dylan’s whole career. Also, on which album sleeve does he sport the better haircut? It was the 60s after all.

Bringing It All Back Home is transitional by design; half acoustic, half electric, Dylan testing the voltage. Highway 61 Revisited on the other hand is the album where Dylan’s zappy electric upgrade stops being a provocation and becomes a fully realised world. Highway 61 is him saying that he’s found a new language. That kind of artistic confidence matters. Blah blah.

Also the songs themselves are more expansive and mythic. “Like a Rolling Stone” alone proves that, it doesn’t just redefine Dylan, it redefines what a pop single can become; length, structure, attitude, psychological depth. But then you get “Ballad of a Thin Man,” which turns alienation into a gothic horror story, “Desolation Row,” which feels like a surrealist epic poem smuggled into a cranked up folk festival and “Tombstone Blues,” which is basically Beat poetry strapped to a freight train, (I’ve a nagging doubt that it’s an example of a song that’s not aged as well as the others) but all of these aren’t simply powerful songs. No. At the time, in some NYC/Greenwich Village kind of “La Belle Époque” they reprogramed the world of popular music.

On 61 the backing band are sharp and mean. Rowdy with a chance of screwballs. Mike Bloomfield’s guitar isn’t just accompaniment; it’s gritty and antagonistic, pushing back against Dylan’s vocals in a way that heightens the tension. The album feels like it’s constantly on the verge of flying apart, something that suits Dylan’s sneering and doomed yet still prophetic delivery perfectly.

Bringing It All Back Home is playfully brilliant, witty, and an absolutely essential listen. “Subterranean Homesick Blues” kind of invents urban rap, “Mr. Tambourine Man” is pure, floating transcendence and the acoustic side might be Dylan’s sharpest folky style writing ever. “It’s Alright Ma” a scary car crash of images and pain woven into the tortured lyrics. Structurally, it’s split in two, and you feel that split, well an LP record had two distinct sides back in the day - still does. BIABH is the sound of an artist in an early state of metamorphosis, Highway 61 Revisited is the sound of that metamorphosis thundering towards completion. Until the next album ...

Bringing It All Back Home Dylan is kicking down the door, Highway 61 Revisited is him walking into the room, setting all the old school rules of song writing on fire, and grinning broadly as they burn. That said if you value intimacy, slick wordplay, and the last gasp of the folk hero Mr Dylan, choose Bringing It All Back Home. (Big) but if it’s all about an album where Dylan becomes an icon rather than an artist, it’s Highway 61 Revisited. Och aye. It all took place a long time ago, many good people were lost on the way, so not much of this opinion matters now. Get on with your life. Work on Maggie's Farm.

LIFE + One

Life is brutal*. Man is a wonderful but brutal creation. What we create is often brutal. How we act is often brutal. Thankfully not always. There are many sides to the shapes of the things that make us who we are. 

People may find beauty in brutalism as a design statement. But nobody wants to live within a brutal regime - unless you're the ruler or have some powerful role in the regime. Then you're a brute. It's a strange world and brutal remains a strange word. 

Brutal.

Adjective -

Extremely ruthless or cruel.

Crude or unfeeling in manner or speach.

Harsh; unrelenting.

Like life.

*Photo by TB, Kraków, Poland.

Note to Self

Disposable Cities

Bored of Peace?

Just saw the wonderful and inspiring logo that goes with the newly launched "Board of Peace". The USA has set this up under the direction of some guy called Donald Tr*mp. Never heard of him. This marvellous piece/peace of design deserves to be shared widely. No expense has been spared in the race to the bottom. Also the golden map of the USA is certainly doing a lot of heavy lifting here and leaves the viewer in no doubt who's bully boy tactics are running wild here. Maybe next time they launch whatever vanity project they plan, they'll employ a decent designer. By the way I can't see Hawaii anywhere on the map. That's what a Poundland NATO gets you.

Street Art

Picked this report up the other day from a guerrilla art website I happened upon - not sure quite what to make of it. 

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"Edinburgh street art in the raw: Some great colour choices and brave use of positional composition here and of course a well articulated final message for all the pedestrians to enjoy up close. It's a good example of elongated and slightly distorted Golden Ratio use. Something rarely seen in these parts. Obviously the work of somebody who knows their stuff. Love the angled cone arrangement and how it leads onwards and up to such a simple punchline in the sign. It fits in well with it's surroundings too, without looking peculiar or absurd at all. Nice to see. Some decent sniffing around too for Wagwell the friendly art hound. Now we're off to Dune now for a hot recovery Capa and a slice. Chin chin."

Funk & Wagwell - 2026.

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GSA and the Jealous Gods

Postcards from the edge: The burning down of a temple of modern academia twice in a row cannot be an accident. It can only be the act of a jealous or incompetent god.

By the way the following words are not mine.

"Strange anniversary (somewhere around) today. It was a year ago today that I was told that I had been fired for advising the Parliamentary Committee that Muriel Gray and the other Glasgow School of Art attendees were lying to them about their own failures that led to the loss of the Mack. Also in my letter of dismissal they mentioned that I had told the press that the school had lied about the cause and spread of the first fire and that they had misappropriated charitable donations meant for rebuilding the Mack towards the buying of another building."

"What is funny about the whole episode was that in the letter of dismissal they did not claim that I was wrong. What I had evidently done wrong was to tell the truth about how corrupt and incompetent they were. What was sad about it was that I had to be got rid of before Muriel Gray came back to retake her post after her second period of hiding from her duties since the fires. So I was fired in the middle of term, in the middle of teaching my bespoke course, which negatively impacted on the education of around 250 kids."

"Move forward a year and honest and loyal staff of considerable tenure are still being hunted down by senior management and fired for mentioning their misdeeds. Senior staff are still leaving (two department heads in the last two months). However, strangely all those responsible for the disasters and the fallout, including Muriel Gray, still hang on for some reason. And we have the longest fire investigation in history still ongoing, with no information available on the outcome or its timing, while at the same time all the participants who can do so, are presently preparing to sue."

"Against this murky backdrop, the insurance money will surface and a Mack-like building will be rebuilt. However it won't be our Mack. With their vile hubris and their patent negligence, they let it go up in smoke, along with their parties inside the construction site, their squandering of resources on trips abroad, their pretend research (nothing authoritative was ever written), their silly redesign trifles and their attempts to subjugate the Mack to their will. And so it is gone and the reputation of the institution is sullied."

"So why are they responsible? They were wandering in and out of the building. They were using a vulnerable historic building when it was a building site. They signed up to a fire plan that relied upon a single watchman finding a fire in a void before it got out of control, in a historic building with ten levels within it. They had no sprinklers working in either of the two fires in 2014 and 2018. They should have put in sprinklers ten years before they did, when they were told to do it."

"They said they couldn't do it because they didn't have the money, while paying for the over-budget Reid Building monstrosity, and subsequently they never got round to doing it until it was too late. And then to add insult to injury, after the first fire and half way through the rebuilding project, the GSA Board decided to instruct the ripping out of the operable but unfinished sprinklers. And then they lied about it. Those sprinklers would have isolated and doused the fire and would have saved the building."

"Perhaps, after all, the Mack just died of shame."

- Professor Gordon Gibb (first posted 2021)

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Vitrified Demon

A demon in glass. 

Perhaps he has a name.

 Perhaps he is aware, alive and listening.

 In the glass. 

In the glass prison. 

Five hundred years. 

Caught in glass after an exorcism.

Vitrified 

He listens ...

-:-

Don't break the glass. 

You may be first. 

You will be last.

What fate do demons deserve?

I can't say.

Mirror Talk

Driving me backwards: I may or may not enjoy a day out or even this day out in May provided I can get my diary fixed and my forward planning head on. I might just sleep late and not bother at all. Slippy performance expected. Been there and done it. Bring a picnic. It might rain. It could be busy. Things can happen. I got lost once ... but I made it.  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.