August 4, 2013
Review by Oscar Montes
Dennis and I were supposed to get to Mountain View at 4:00 pm to get
launch with Kerry Anne Davis, Ron Chester and BAZ. We left Irvine at 10:00
am hoping to be there in 6 hours but we weren’t lucky with the traffic at
all. LA has terrible traffic and somewhere on the road we decided to take
another highway but something happened and we were stuck for 1 hour in the
highway, we decided to come back and take the original road.
We finally made it to Shoreline at 7:00 pm, 9 hours was really heavy but
once you’re in a venue when you know Bob is playing you forget everything
else.
Great to meet up with Kerry and BAZ before the show, also good to say
again to John. Saw Jay somewhere on the crowd once I was in my seat.
Bob began again with Things have changed, we all believed this had to be a
very special show. Lovesick was next with Dylan playing harp on center
stage, a good one for sure. Another strong High water was the following
song. 2 tunes from tempest in a row, Soon after midnight and Early roman
kings. The sound seemed perfect while listening to TUIB, great
performance. Another tempest song, Duquesne whistle was really fun! Bob
and his band laughing through the whole song, especially at the end.
Another good performance for She belongs to me was next with Bob playing
harp. A good Beyond here lies nothing was the following number of the
night.
Today was the time for Desolation row, people really enjoyed it. The now
permanent highlight Willie McTell was next, perfection is the adjective I
use to describe this performance. A nice and emotional Simple Twist was
the following song. Summer days once again made people at the Shoreline
Amphitheater dance on their seats. All along the watchtower closed the
regular set, really strong, great performance.
Bobby came back for Thin man, a good one but we expected something extra
but it didn’t happen this time.
I want to thank Dennis, Keith, Sonia, Gina, John, Kerry and BAZ for the
really good time we spent on this weekend following Dylan. All I can say
is: See you really soon!
Oscar Montes
forever_young74@hotmail.com
Review by Mitch Meyer
I arrived at Shoreline at about 5 p.m. after the one hour drive from Oakland on
a classically cool and sunny Bay Area summer day. Upon arrival at Shoreline, a
thick layer of white fog sprawled across the hilltops between the amphitheater
and the ocean, promising a breezy and even cooler evening. Being a dedicated,
long-time Dylan fan in my mid-50s, with no knowledge of the three other bands,
I arrived determined to have an open mind towards the other acts.
Well, I tried but, after Ryan Bingham's set and about half way through My
Morning Jacket's, I wasn't getting too far. Being woefully ignorant of their
work, and not knowing any of their songs, I was finding the music repetitive,
with little variation from one song to the next in rhythm or sound. Lethargy
was settling in. But it disappeared in a flash as MMJ announced the arrival on
stage of none other than … Bob Weir. Oh my goodness, a shot of electricity ran
through me. I was going to be back in familiar and wonderful territory! Within a
few seconds, the first chords of "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" sounded and all
was now right. On the second verse Weir announced his presence with his first
solo lyrics, a grand "Come take these guns into the ground!" Suddenly my
evening had changed from growing alienation to a sense of deep comfort and
joy.
Things got only better as MMJ proved to be a great backup band for a pair of
Grateful Dead classics led by Weir, "I Know You Rider" and "Brown Eyed
Woman." Now the rhythms were varied and interesting and the solos creative,
as Weir sang in beautiful voice with great presence. Weir and the crowd were
totally in synch. Everyone was on their feet. The audience reacted to individual
lines, like a roar of recognition when Weir twice sang "I wish I was a headlight
on a northbound train." It was the sudden return of the deep love affair
between the Bay Area and the Dead, with the audience's longing being
unexpectedly satisfied on this night almost exactly 18 years after the death of
Jerry Garcia. (To commemorate his passing, Monday night is Grateful Dead night
at the SF Giants ballgame. It's always great watching Phil Lesh raise his fist
straight up in the air as he and Bob Weir sing the anthem's "and the land of the
FREEEE!")
Shortly after Weir left the stage, MMJ and Ryan Bingham set the place on fire
with a truly incendiary and grand version of The Band's version of "Don't Do It."
I hate to say it to all those sincere fans of these great other bands on the bill,
but the music of Dylan, The Band and The Dead is just better. It's superior.
I'm sorry. That's how it seemed to me. Suddenly MMJ was playing great
music. It was all fantastic.
Same with Wilco. What a bunch of great musicians and, hey, I love the humor
and creativity of their open schizophrenia: playing quiet, melodic country music
and then the drummer alone breaks out into a wild frenzy of smashing cymbals --
all while the rest of the band keeps playing a quiet country tune. Fun, creative,
and they kept the split personality going throughout their set. But still I was j
ust finding most of the music not very interesting. But, wait, the savior of the
night came back again! Bobby Weir comes out and suddenly Wilco becomes a
great band backing him for another Dead and Dylan run. "Ripple," "Dark Star,"
"St. Stephen" and then, while we're already hearing the most phenomenal
music, let's finish Weir's set with "When I Paint My Masterpiece." Wilco did a
great job playing behind Weir. The music seemed well-rehearsed but also fully
of spontaneity. Their lead guitar player was superb, soloing in the high register
in the spirit of Garcia without in any way trying to imitate him. Perfect.
The two Weir sets were grand climaxes for just about everyone there, crossing
the lines between those who mainly came to see MMJ or Wilco and the Dylan
fans like myself.
I think the crowd was a bit worn down after that double run of great songs
with Weir in the lead. I'm used to standing up front right near the stage at
Dylan shows, but last night I was seated not in the large front VIP section but
in the main seating area behind it. The crowd was on its feet and energetic
for the first three songs of Dylan's set but once he settled into quieter tunes
the energy dissipated and, in my section, it never really returned. I've never
seen this before in any of the 35 or so Dylan shows I've attended, but he was
upstaged. It was the night of Bob Weir and the Grateful Dead, and why not?
The love affair there is as deep as can be. The spirit of endless Dead shows at
that amphitheater seemed to come alive and take over.
And, Dylan fans, I do have to report that, as mystifying as it might be to us,
maybe not down near the stage but back in the mid-levels, loads of people
left during Dylan's set. By the time, his set was more than half finished, more
than half the seats in my general area were emptied. I could see a steady line
of people walking out one of the walkways to the exit. While Dylan was
performing one work of brilliance after another, fans of other bands or casual
Dylan fans that couldn't find familiar melodies or the exhausted ones, were
packing it in after a long evening of music.
Dylan was intense and involved as usual, but the music was incomplete. Poor
Colin Linden was apparently pressed into service a few weeks ago and
understandably he wasn't able to carry the load at this point. He started off
well, but as the set proceeded his solos quickly became tentative and
incomplete. There was a giant hole in the music that Charlie or Larry have
filled for years. (Hey, if they're not available for the next tour, what about
Freddy Koella? I thought he was really dynamic, albeit somewhat inconsistent.)
I saw Dylan last fall three nights in a row in the Bay Area and then in
Washington D.C. just before Thanksgiving. I thought all of those shows had
much more impact and electricity than Dylan's did on this night. Of course,
we had Charlie on lead, even though his role seemed painfully restricted.
So, hey, from where I sat, it was the night of Weir and the music of the
Grateful Dead (and even The Band!). The night was not Dylan's, but that's
fine. His band wasn't at its best and the crowd was spent after two great
and ecstatic performances earlier in the long evening. Just fill the hole in the
lead guitar spot and have Dylan play the show on his own, and we'll be back
to ecstatic Dylan performances.
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