MOST OF THE TIME

I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside...
The
‘Drawn Blank Series’, the exhibition of Bob Dylan’s paintings currently showing
at Edinburgh’s City Art Centre, provides a valuable insight into Dylan’s
creative and imaginative processes. The paintings are based on a series of drawings
Dylan completed in the late 80s and early 90s. In what the exhibition catalogue
describes as ‘an intense burst of creativity in 2007’ Dylan began applying
paint to blown-up versions of these black and white, impressionistic images of
scenes he’d experienced or imagined in the early stages of his Never Ending
Tour. Many of the drawings (like ‘Train
Tracks’ above) are presented in their illuminated form in a series of different
versions. The effect of the addition of colour is akin to his ‘going electric’
with his music, illuminating the harsh outlines he has drawn and creating a
means by which his basic template can be the subject of endless variation. This
is a similar process to the one being enacted on Tell Tale Signs, wherein we get an intimate glimpse into the
evolution of Dylan’s songs. Tell Tale
Signs makes the ‘secret’ that Dylan bootleg collectors have pursued from
the legendary Great White Wonder
onwards public - namely, that there really is no definitive ‘final’ version of
any Dylan song. Sometimes what are arguably the most memorable versions of
Dylan’s songs may only exist on the ‘cutting room floor’ of his recording
studio. Just as the three versions of Mississippi featured here demonstrate three
different moods and types of emphasis, so the three versions of Train Tracks take us from blazing desert
sunshine to the vibrancy of spring to the darkening storms of late summer.

The version of
Most Of The Time which follows Mississippi on Disc One of Tell Tale Signs is perhaps the album’s most startling surprise
variation on one of his existing ‘templates’. A solo guitar and harmonica take
with a style highly reminiscent of the early Blood On The Tracks sessions, it sounds utterly different to the
familiar Oh Mercy version, with its
swampy, spooky background ambience deriving from Daniel Lanois’ trademark
production traits. The version of Disc Three of Tell Tale Signs is quite close to the Oh Mercy version, though it sounds a little less ‘produced’. The
lyrics are identical to the earlier-released version though the instrumentation
is more muted, and more emphasis is placed on the vocal. Most Of The Time is an exercise in irony and rueful
self-deprecation from an artist engaged in the severe self-analysis that
permeates the album (which could well have taken its title from the
self-explicit song What Good Am I? In each verse the singer enunciates a long
list of his own positive traits, which the repetition of the title line at the
end of each verse immediately deflates. We soon realise that the singer has
been deserted by his lover and is conducting a supposedly defiant internal
dialogue. … I don’t even notice she’s
gone… he tells us. … I don’t think about her… and, more
graphically, …I don’t even remember what
her lips felt like on mine… In the
original version Dylan sounds tight lipped, with a clear edge of bitterness. He
delivers the lines sardonically, barely letting those constrained emotions out.
The performance is a kind of dark study, with the narrator apparently drowning
in self-delusion. Lanois uses muted bass and drum patterns with swirling,
heavily treated guitar sounds to emphasise the singer’s predicament. The overall effect is somewhat dreamlike, as
if the narrator is both inside and outside the action. The prevailing mood is a
kind of reflective gloom. Written at a time when Dylan was struggling for
inspiration (on his last album Down In
The Groove he had produced no new lyrics whatever), the song displays the
mood of an artist struggling with a muse whom he fears may well have deserted him
‘most of the time’. The ease in creativity he once had has gone. He is bent in
contemplation, hoping for the rare moments of clarity to come.

The ‘new’
version on Disc One has a very different ambience. In spirit if not in form, that
same ambience is often found in the work of blues singers like Sleepy John Estes, Blind
Willie Johnson and the Mississippi Sheiks, who describe the hard times they experience
with a light touch which lifts the listener onto a different plane. In what was
presumably a ‘demo’ version Dylan presented to Lanois before the song was
rerecorded and treated, this version has the spirited intensity of Dylan’s best
solo work. The breezy harmonica in
between the verses adds to the tone of optimistic resilience which makes the
song a description of a defiant struggle rather than a glum wallow in despair.
So when Dylan sings … I can handle
whatever I stumble upon.. we really believe him. In this version the self-reassuring doubt in
the lyric works against the singer’s tone.
It is a similar effect to the Blood
On The Tracks songs like You’re Gonna
Make Me Lonesome When You Go and Buckets
Of Rain, taking us on a kind of emotional roller coaster which we somehow feel we may fall off
at any moment. The singer maintains a delicate balance between prevailing
optimism and underlying despair.
As with most
of the Oh Mercy material the language
is spare, terse, lacking in obviously ‘poetic’ imagery. The major lyrical
difference from the recorded version comes in the second verse, where instead of
the resignation of …it’s well understood…
I wouldn’t change it if I could… we get the more pithy …I’m cool underneath… I can keep it right between my teeth… (a neat
reference, perhaps, to the harmonica which does not feature on the Oh Mercy version. The self-analytical
heart of the song comes in the third verse, which begins with the skewed self
mockery of …most of the time/my head is
on straight… (after which the retort of …I’m
strong enough not to hate…is a little disappointing). In the Oh Mercy version the verse contains the
song’s most remarkably ‘twisted’ couplet …I
don’t build up illusion ‘till it makes me sick/ I ain’t afraid of confusion no
matter how thick… Here we get the
far lighter and more positive…I got
enough faith and I got enough strength/I keep it all away, way beyond arm's
length…
The fourth
verse is a kind of bridge, varying the rhyme scheme and striking a note of
reticence. The singer begins to express
doubts about whether his encounter with the unnamed lover even took place: …Most of the time/I can't even be sure/If she
was ever with me/Or if I was with her… It is a sentiment that will be echoed again in
Red River Shore, which takes on the same
themes in a deeper, more tragic manner. Most
Of The Time is an almost ‘textbook’
example of one of Dylan’s ‘anti-love’ songs, a tradition that goes back to Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right , It Ain’t Me, Babe and Mama You Been On My Mind. Here for a
moment the singer questions even the validity of his own feelings. In the final
verse he admits to being …halfways
content…. before building up his bravado in the final verse: …I don’t cheat on myself /I don’t run and
hide/ Hide from the feelings/ That are buried inside / I don’t compromise or pretend… And finally, with apparently
complete defiance: … I don’t even care if
I ever see her again… Of course, by now we hardly believe him and the final
equivocation of the last repetition of the title phrase demolishes all this
huffing and puffing very neatly.
Most Of The Time is a song of
psychological self-examination. As many great blues songs do, it adopts the
stance of a jilted lover to explorer deeper inner themes. The singer appears to
be reassuring his audience but we soon realise that he is only reassuring
himself. The real subject of the song - as of so much of Oh Mercy - is Dylan’s own inner spiritual turmoil, his struggles
with what in Street Legal’s Where Are You Tonight he called …my twin/the enemy within… To Dylan,
spirituality and creative inspiration are inseparable. Only by truly facing up
to this ‘enemy within’ - manifested as a lack of inspiration - can he overcome
it.
The unexpected
revelation of the Disc One performance of the song (it was unknown on the
bootleg circuit before the album’s release) also raises the question as to
whether Dylan was wise to accept the ‘production values’ foisted upon him by
Lanois in Oh Mercy. In Chronicles Part One Dylan devotes a
whole chapter to the recording of the album, relating how previous to making
the album he had not written for some time, but then found himself pouring out
the songs that later appeared on it. He seems to arrived at Lanois’ home studio
in New Orleans
uncertain whether the songs he had written were really worthwhile or not. Chronicles also hints at the tensions
between artist and producer over the type of sound they were striving for. It
seems that at the time Dylan felt so lacking in confidence that he felt he needed
‘producing’ (He claims that Bono had recommended Lanois to him one night when
they were demolishing ‘a crate of Guinness)’. Yet the strength and originality
and the brave self-searching nature of the Oh
Mercy songs shows that Dylan’s fears of his own creative death were totally
unfounded. Dylan brought back Lanois for Time
Out Of Mind in 1997 (though on the latter album Lanois’ trademark
production sound is considerably less pronounced) but all subsequent recordings
he has produced himself (under the mischievous pseudonymn of ‘Jack Frost’). Much
of Tell Tale Signs presents
‘de-Lanoisised’ versions of the material from these two albums, and it is
tantalising to imagine what Oh Mercy would
have sounded like if Dylan had recorded it as a solo acoustic album (as he
later did with the ‘roots’ albums Good As
I Been To You and World Gone Wrong).
Here, on what may well have been the first recorded version of the song, he
nails its tone of wavering emotions perfectly, with a masterful example of what
his great supporter Allen Ginsberg referred to as his ‘breath control’.
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