Bob Dylan ABC Cinema Belfast 6th May 1966
I still have vivid flashbacks of this concert. I was five rows from the stage. I sat beside a girl who I thought looked a bit like Cher [Yes, Cher has been around that long!]. We chatted a bit and I borrowed her programme. When Dylan walked on stage, bang on 8 o’clock, she uttered a stifled scream and buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. Dylan, smallish, slightly built but well put together, had an aureole of fair/gingerish curly hair and looked very strung out. Very intense. He spent a long time tuning his guitar, shifting his balance foot to foot, head and shoulders jerking in quick, bird-like movements. He wore that brownish/beige large-check suit with, if I remember correctly, a sartorially clashing black and white check shirt. His face was deathly pale. Strange face: not the face of a rock singer. A face from who knows where? He never smiled once in all the two hours plus that he was on stage.
First number, She Belongs To Me. His voice is the killer. It’s not the voice of the folksinger or even searing-soaring voice from Highway 61 Revisited. It’s a haunted and haunting mysterious stranger/prodigal son voice. Blonde on Blonde has not yet been released so none of us has heard this Dylan.
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She Belongs to Me
Visions of Johanna
If You Gotta Go, Go Now
Mr. Tambourine Man
Tell Me, Momma
I Don’t Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)
Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat
Like a Rolling Stone