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My inaugural Dylan concert: It was Bob being Bob . . . with a little swagger and prancing

dscn5771The between-song banter by Mavis Staples – who is opening for Bob Dylan on his summer tour – Wednesday night at the Mann Center for the Performing Arts in Philadelphia included an interesting and somewhat unexpected observation.

“Oh, that Bobby Dylan. I love listening to him sing, but I also love to watch him move,” said Ms. Staples, 77, a longtime member of the gospel, soul and R&B family singing group The Staple Singers and later a solo artist, who revealed last year that Dylan once proposed to her when they were teenagers and she turned him down. “He’s got that swagger.”

“Does Bob move with a swagger?” I asked my friend Ted, who has seen Dylan approximately 25 times in concert and had driven all the way from Illinois (919 miles and 14-and-a-half hours in what has been dubbed the 2016 Iron Undershorts Tour) to accompany me to my first Dylan concert.
“He’s more of a prancer,” said Ted.

Since my preconceived notion of my inaugural Dylan concert didn’t include experiencing much singing or prancing, the evening was shaping up to have potential if either of those things happened.

Ted and I have been talking for years about going to a Dylan concert. He is a big fan. Me, not so much. I like some of Dylan’s hits – “Blowin’ in the Wind,” “Like a Rolling Stone,” “Lay Lady Lay,” “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” – but I don’t really know much more of his vast catalog.

And I understand his music speaks to generations of fans. It just doesn’t speak to me in the same way, which is OK. Music is a subjective experience and we all have our favorites.

Bob Dylan from afar, at the Mann Center for the Performing Arts in Philadelphia July 13, 2016. (Photo by Mike Morsch)

Bob Dylan from afar, at the Mann Center for the Performing Arts in Philadelphia July 13, 2016.
(Photo by Mike Morsch)

But I thought it was important to see a significant artist like Bob Dylan in concert at least once. He’s 75 years old now, and I’m not getting any younger. And having Ted along to essentially identify the songs on the setlist and translate Bob’s lyrics to some of those songs was a wise decision.

So how is Bob Dylan in concert for someone who has never seen Bob Dylan in concert? Well, it’s Bob being Bob.

There is no Bob banter in between songs. In fact, the only words he spoke came just after “Tangled Up in Blue,” the last song before the intermission: “Thank you. We’re going to leave the stage for a little bit.”

Maybe my expectations were too low from the get-go, but Bob’s voice was better than I expected. The show featured Bob doing a handful of Frank Sinatra songs that Dylan covered in his 2015 “Shadows in the Night” album. Those songs required Bob to become a crooner and do all the heavy lifting on the vocals. In fact, none of his band members had microphones and thus didn’t provide any backing vocals for any song during the show. And the crowd reacted favorably to those tunes.

For a guy who can’t sing, Dylan sure did a lot of singing while he was in Philadelphia July 13.
The setlist included:
Things Have Changed.
She Belongs to Me.
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’.
Full Moon and Empty Arms (Sinatra cover).
Pay in Blood.
Melancholy Mood (Sinatra cover).
Duquesne Whistle.
How Deep is the Ocean? (How High Is the Sky?) (Paul Whitman & His Orchestra cover).
Tangled Up in Blue.
High Water.
Why Try to Change Me Now (Cy Coleman cover).
Early Roman Kings.
I Could Have Told You (Sinatra cover).
Spirit on the Water.
Scarlet Town.
All of Nothing at All (Sinatra cover).
Long and Wasted Years.
Autumn Leaves (Yves Montand cover).
Encore
(19) Blowin’ in the Wind.
(20) Stay With Me (Sinatra cover).

The Bob Dylan baseball card, given out after the show.

The Bob Dylan baseball card, given out after the show.

As for whether Bob has a swagger or is a prancer, that seems to be a matter of interpretation. For this show, he did have what I’d call a little bounce in his step, although I’m not sure it rises to the level of prancing. It might be a lilt, or a sway, or even a shuffle. Whatever one’s perception, it appears to be typically Bob-esque.

My only complaint is that it was the worst lit concert that I have ever seen, and that was obviously done on purpose. Bob was lit exclusively from the back and sides, with no front lighting. Add in Bob’s wide-brimmed hat and the fact that there were no big screens for this show and it was virtually impossible to see his face, certainly from anything beyond the first few rows or so.

Ultimately, though, it was a good concert experience and I’m glad I got to see Dylan. Would I see him again? If I could afford the good seats down front and was allowed to take a few pictures, most certainly. And sure, I’d like to interview him, but my sense is that Bob doesn’t even talk to himself.

There was even a nice surprise after the show. As we were exiting the venue, we were handed a Bob Dylan baseball card as a memento of the concert. You read that correctly: a Dylan baseball card.

It appears that the card is exclusive to the Mann Center for the Performing Arts. The front shows an artist’s drawing of Bob in a pinstriped baseball jersey sans logo, and wearing a left-handed ballglove with the Philadelphia skyline and a sign that reads “the Mann” in the background.

The back of the Bob Dylan baseball card.

The back of the Bob Dylan baseball card.

On the back, the card is numbered 713 – for July 13 – and other details about the concert and Dylan himself, like his birth date (May 24) and his hometown (Hibbing, Minnesota); and a fun fact that reads “Did you know? Exactly thirty-one years ago on this date, Bob Dylan performed in Philadelphia at the Live Aid benefit accompanied by Ronnie Wood and Keith Richards.”

Thanks, I did not know that.

The card back also includes an explanation of the collectible: “You are holding an official installment of an art project created by illustrator Alex Fine for the Mann and AEG Live commemorating select events each season at the Mann.”

As a longtime baseball card collector, it’s a pretty cool collectible from my first Bob Dylan concert.

It almost made me want to prance a little on the way to the car.

Forget Taylor Swift, ‘Fanilows’ come out in force in Philly

Barry Manilow wows the Philadelphia crowd on Saturday, June 13, 2015.  (Photo by Mike Morsch)

Barry Manilow wows the Philadelphia crowd on Saturday, June 13, 2015.
(Photo by Mike Morsch)

While waiting in line in the men’s room after the Barry Manilow concert Saturday night in Philadelphia, one of the more creative gents suggested out loud that he was surprised to see any kind of line in the loo because he didn’t think there would be that many men at a Barry Manilow concert.

We all kind of chuckled at that, likely because we were all kind of thinking the same thing. And no sooner had that comment been uttered when into the men’s room walked seven or eight women, intent on sharing our facility because the line to women’s restrooms were too long and they really had to go.

It wasn’t a scenario that I necessarily anticipated that I would experience at a Barry Manilow concert, but very little concert behavior surprises me anymore. Women using the men’s room at a concert elicits a mere shrug of the shoulders from me these days.

What did surprise me – but only slightly – is something that I have come to accept now that I have seen Barry Manilow in concert three times: I am a “Fanilow.”

And it all started quite innocently.

Barry performed on the same evening in Philly as did Taylor Swift, who was right next door at the football stadium. (Photo by Mike Morsch)

Barry performed on the same evening in Philly as did Taylor Swift, who was right next door at the football stadium.
(Photo by Mike Morsch)

You see, Mrs. Vinyl Dialogues is a big, huge, gigantic, super colossal “Fanilow,” which is exactly what it sounds like – a big, huge, gigantic, super colossal fan of Barry Manilow.

Prior to meeting her, I had never seen Barry live in concert. But I am very much into the music of the 1970s and he is one of the quintessential stars of that decade. Because of that, I realized after seeing him in concert the first time that I actually knew many of the words to many of his songs.

Attending this concert, however, was a Game Day decision. Apparently I had been informed several weeks ago by Mrs. Vinyl Dialogues that Barry was going to be performing in Philadelphia and that it might be a good idea to secure a few tickets for her as a birthday present.

Because I am a typical man, though, that entire conversation had somehow escaped me, no doubt because I was worried about something more important, like grilling meat. So when the sentence “Hey, Barry is in town tonight and there are tickets available,” came out of her mouth, my ears perked up.

I am not a complete dope – most of the time. And I sensed an opportunity to grab two tickets to the show and maybe correct the earlier error of my ways because, well . . . I right the wrongs, I right the wrongs.

After calling the venue and securing the tickets, off we went into South Philly, that despite one very big warning signal: Taylor Swift was performing a concert in the football stadium right next to the arena where Barry was performing. At the same time. The South Philly sports complex had the potential to be the hottest spot north of Havana and a traffic nightmare.

But it didn’t turn out that way. Taylor’s show started at 5 p.m. and Barry didn’t start until 7:30 p.m. Taylor is young and her crowd is younger, so they can stay up later and watch her perform. Barry is older, and so is his crowd, so we were done earlier. There was no traffic cluster coming or going.

And let me assure you that Barry, who will turn 72 this month, still delivers the goods. He’s a showman with great stage presence and great songs. And he seems like a nice guy, something I can confirm as I have interviewed him in the past. He always seems generally grateful onstage to the fans for the long career he’s had and he expressed that same sentiment to me on the phone when we talked.

Every “Fanilow” has a favorite song or two and mine are “Copacabana” and “I Write the Songs.” Let me share a little history about the latter.

Most people probably know that Bruce Johnston of the Beach Boys wrote “I Write the Songs,” for which he won a Grammy Award for Song of the Year in 1977.

But Barry wasn’t the first to record the song. He wasn’t even the second artist to record the song. The first to record it was The Captain and Tennille for the 1975 album “Love Will Keep Us Together.” The second to record it was David Cassidy for his 1975 solo album “The Higher They Climb,” which was featured in the first volume of The Vinyl Dialogues.

Having interviewed Bruce several times – he appears in both The Vinyl Dialogues and the upcoming release, The Vinyl Dialogues Volume II: Dropping the Needle, which will be available around Aug. 1 this year – I’ve had the opportunity to talk to him about the creation of “I Write the Songs.”

“By the way, if you ever read that I wrote ‘I Write the Songs” about Brian Wilson, forget about it,” said Johnston. “The song is a hymn to God for being the person that starts it all. ‘I’ve been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song.’ It gets me nuts when people say I wrote that song about Brian.”

And just like Saturday night, fans still go nuts when Barry sings “I Write the Songs.” It’s one of those tunes that does indeed make the whole world sing.

And it was clear that all the “Fanilows” in Philly knew that.

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