Bob Dylan Resumes His Never-ending Tour

“False Prophet” by Bob Dylan. Credit: YouTube

Octogenarian Bob Dylan is preparing a lengthy return to the road. Nominally in support of last year’s Rough and Rowdy Ways album, the announced tour dates kick off November 2nd in Milwaukee and run through December 2nd in Washington, D,C. Although further dates are, as yet, unannounced, based on the information contained in an online promotional poster for the tour, it will both span the globe and run through 2024.

Dylan is that rarity among artists: a living myth. Scores of scholars have cashed in on penning a thousand words, poring over each one he has sung or, very occasionally, said. His lyrics are credited with being a moving force in the ‘60s cultural revolution. He has proved immune to all fashions and trends, doing whatever strikes his fancy at the moment and letting his audience decide for itself whether it wishes to follow.

Such was the case with Rough and Rowdy Ways, his 2020 album that in its release came both as an utter surprise, and as a surprise in and of itself. Since the tour is named for the album, a look back is in order.

Musically, Rough and Rowdy Ways is anything but. There is an occasional bluesy snarl, but the vast majority is carefully assembled quiet layers, all instrumentation well blended and deliberately indistinct. In lesser hands such an approach could easily lead to tedium, but Dylan and company make it compelling.

Dylan’s voice has been reduced over the years to a lower register growl befitting a lion in winter. It isn’t pretty; Dylan’s nasally projection has never been pretty. Yet despite its limitations, Dylan’s voice remains approachable without being inviting.

Lyrically, Rough and Rowdy Ways finds Dylan at his multilayered best, surface interpretations available but inevitably inviting deeper dives. Those wishing for references to his straightforward Slow Train Coming-era faith proclamations will find an occasional tantalizing hint, such as this brief nugget from “False Prophet:”

Oh you poor Devil — look up if you will
The City of God is there on the hill

Elsewhere Dylan slyly leaves the listener wondering. In “I Contain Multitudes,” is he referring to each individual’s multifaceted persona or a manipulator’s ability to chameleon their way into controlling others via channeling elements of their nature? All is not open to multiple interpretations; “I’ve Made Up My Mind To Give Myself To You” is a straightforward love song begging to stand alongside “Make You Feel My Love” in the catalog of Dylan songs eagerly covered by others.

The album’s pinnacle is “Murder Most Foul,” an eighteen-minute tone poem finding Dylan musing on John F. Kennedy’s assassination, in a stream of consciousness vibe that weaves characters as disparate as Wolfman Jack and Stevie Nicks into the story, while offering one final moment for Christians to ponder:

The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son,
The age of the anti-Christ has just only begun.”

Rough and Rowdy Ways isn’t background bubblegum music for pop poppers. It commands and demands careful listening. Short attention span sufferers will be left cold. But for the initiated thinker, the individual seeking challenge and meat from art, there have been few albums in recent times offering this much substance.

The world has long known Bob Dylan is a visionary genius. Referring back to “False Prophet,” in it Dylan growls, “I’m the enemy of the unlived meaningless life.” With Rough and Rowdy Ways, he showed us all once again that not only is he the visionary genius he is universally held to, but that in addition, his life has been thoroughly lived and meaningful.