As Dylan was still playing exclusively folk music live, much of the material performed during this tour was pre-1965. Each show was divided into two halves, with seven songs performed during the first, and eight during the second.^[1] The set consisted of two songs from The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, three from The Times They Are a-Changin’, three from Another Side of Bob Dylan, a comic-relief concert staple “If You Gotta Go, Go Now” issued as a single in Europe, and six songs including the entire second side of his then-recent album, Bringing It All Back Home.

Sheffield University Paper
May 1965
(Interview date: 30 April 1965?)

“Bob Dylan”

By Jenny De Yong and Peter Roche.

[ Unfortunately there were marks on the page which made it difficult to decipher certain words. And yes it really does say “Corrain” :-)]

“I try to harmonise with songs the lonesome sparrow sings,” sang Bob Dylan, alone on the stage at a packed City Hall last Friday: Dylan is himself sparrow-like – a thin, faded, ruffled sparrow – but one that sings to the tune of L2,000 per concert.

His dark-circled eyes seemed to peer above the conglomeration surrounding him (two microphones, a table with two glasses of much-needed water and a harmonica cradle round his polo-sweatered neck), while his penetrating songs convinced even the most cynical that Bob Dylan is worthy of the mound of superlatives which has been heaped upon him and under which his earlier followers feared he might suffocate.

An essential part of the popular image is the loneliness of Bob Dylan. He sings about it, in haunting symbols. He sings too about bitterness, of “The felsh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark”. Make no mistakes though – Dylan can write in glowing images about war and violence but he can write with equal insight, and stricly for laughs, about the things that are reality to a greater part of his audience, like the boy trying to persuade his girl to stay for the night.

Dylan has been set up as everything from a blue-denim god to a guitar-playing Socrates, corrupting youth by opening the door on hooliganism, warning the universal parent: “You sons and your daughters are beyond your command”. It was for this reason that we approached him with some trepidation (and considerable difficulty, owing to positive festoons of red tape). We anticipated meeting the “sullen, bored Mr. Dylan” about whom so much has been written in the Press lately – and found instead an individual who was very tired but very willing to talk. He answered our questions in his room at the Grand Hotel, perched on the edge of a couch, a cup of black coffee in one hand, a cigarette (Player’s, untipped) in the other. Around him his entourage: a tough, voluble manager with flowing grey hair; a hip-talking young man with glasses and [a lovely?] jacket; a tall negro with an engaging chin; a dark, chatty girl hitching a plastic iris.

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