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To: JakeStraw who wrote (25943)4/25/2001 4:01:38 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 49844
 
The beginning of this is pretty funny:

news.lycos.com



To: JakeStraw who wrote (25943)4/25/2001 4:10:37 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 49844
 
LIVE 1961-2000: THIRTY-NINE YEARS
OF GREAT CONCERT PERFORMANCES
canoe.ca:80/JamAlbumsD/dylan_bob_19612000-can.html

Bob Dylan
(Sony Music Entertainment: Japan)
Reviewer: PAUL CANTIN

DISC INFO

GENRE: Folk/rock
FORMAT: CD
ENHANCED: No
NO. OF DISCS: 1

RELEASE DATE(S): March, 2001

PRODUCER(S): Various

NOTES: 1. So far, this live compendium is
slated for Japanese release only, but the record is
turning up here as a high-priced import. It covers
a range of Dylan live performances, ranging from
a 1961 performance in Minneapolis through to a
show last year in Portsmouth, England.

2. The sources for many of the performances
sound like rough soundboard recordings and may
not match up the audio standards of some
collectors, although generally speaking, the
material is of a decent enough quality.

POINTED REMARKS

Dylan has always been an enigma, and this album
is suitably enigmatic. Why 39 years of
performances? Why a Japanese-only release?
Why this hodge-podge of material, with
previously unreleased gems forced to sit alongside
unremarkable performances from previous Dylan
live albums such as "Before The Flood," "Hard
Rain," "Dylan And The Dead" and "MTV
Unplugged"? As even the most casual Dylan-phile
knows, Bob's tape archive is bursting with
unreleased performances that would eclipse the
widely available material included here.

Having said that, "1961-2000" is essential to
Dylan collectors because of the newly unearthed
or rare material included. "Wade In The Water"
from 1961 shows His Bobness at his blues-based
early best, while "Handsome Molly" (recorded a
year later at the Gaslight) accentuates his roots in
old-world folk.

A version of "To Ramona" recorded in 1965 for
the tour documentary "Don't Look Back" shows
what a towering performer he was, armed only
with his guitar and harmonica, but "I Don't Believe
you," recorded the following year and backed by
The Band, ups the ante considerably.

There are also brief stops for the Rolling Thunder
Revue era ("It Ain't Me, Babe"), the born-again
phase ("Dead Man, Dead Man", New Orleans,
1981), and the "Time Out Of Mind" comeback
("Cold Irons Bound," 1997, Los Angeles).

The three songs recorded last year in England
show, too, that while Dylan has eschewed studio
recording in recent years, on any given night, he's
doing some of his best work -- whether anyone
cares to listen or not.

RATING: 4 (out of 5)

SIMILARITIES: Just about anyone who ever
picked up an acoustic guitar or honked on a
harmonica can trace their lineage back to Bob.

BEST TRACK: "Grand Coulee Dam": Backed
by The Band, Dylan emerged from a long period
of artistic exile to perform at a 1968 tribute to
Woody Guthrie. Anyone who has made a study
of Dylan's "Basement Tapes" will recognize the
rollicking high spirits of the performance here. The
only regret is that this set doesn't include the other
song Dylan and company performed at the show,
"Please, Mrs. Roosevelt."

WORST TRACK: "Slow Train": People who
know say that Dylan's best performances with
The Grateful Dead remain unreleased. Certainly
this 1987 turgid performance makes a cogent
argument that the unheard Dylan/Dead
collaborations couldn't be much worse.


THE BOTTOM LINE: Hardcore Dylan fans
will still have plenty to pine for, but there's enough
tantalizing material here to make it an essential
addition.



To: JakeStraw who wrote (25943)4/25/2001 4:16:12 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.  Respond to of 49844
 
Kesey Praises Staging of 'Nest'

news.excite.com

Updated 12:17 PM ET April 25, 2001

By JEFF BARNARD, Associated Press Writer

PLEASANT HILL, Ore. (AP) - Author Ken Kesey has never seen the movie
version of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest," his classic 1960s tale of how
mainstream society cannot abide a free thinker.

Never has and never will.

But the play? That's different.

Almost 40 years after actor Kirk Douglas bought the rights and hired "Man of La
Mancha" playwright Dale Wasserman to do the stage adaptation, "Cuckoo's Nest" is
back on Broadway, where the original 1963 run was not exactly a smash, but
accomplished what Kesey considers the launching of his success as a novelist.

"Without the play, the novel would have made a little bubble," says Kesey, sitting
among the clutter of wires and video editing terminals in his office, where he is turning
movies of his famed 1964 bus trip across America into videos.

The current Broadway revival stars Gary Sinise in a production from Chicago's
Steppenwolf Theatre Company.

The story became a touchstone of the '60s, with the 1975 movie winning an
Academy Award for best picture and the play being published in 27 languages -
including Urdu and Hebrew - and showing up on a stage somewhere 100 times a
year, according to Wasserman.

"It was a product of a time, a particular time in the United States," Wasserman says
from his home outside Phoenix. "It's a theme I love, which actually runs through my
other plays as well - the rebellion of the individual against society, and what society
does in order to suppress or even destroy that individual."

Kesey wrote "Cuckoo's Nest" in the fall of 1958, while a member of Wallace
Stegner's famous writing seminar at Stanford University. It was an exceptional class
that included Larry McMurtry, Robert Stone, Wendell Berry, and Ernest J. Gaines.

When Kesey wasn't guinea-pigging for LSD tests, he was working midnight to 8 a.m.
on the psychiatric ward at a veteran's hospital.

"Nine months I worked there," he says. "I wrote the whole thing right there on the
ward. When I was writing it, I was just writing it. I never thought it would be anything
big time."

Kesey created a prototypical American hero, Randle P. McMurphy, then turned him
lose with the nuts.

McMurphy had faked insanity to get off a prison farm crew, but quickly finds that the
psych ward is no Easy Street. He gradually wins over the other patients, but earns the
hatred of the authoritarian Nurse Ratched. When electroshock doesn't tame
McMurphy, she has him lobotomized to regain control of the unit.

Kesey says that creating McMurphy was easy. People already knew who he was, a
big brash hustler who strides into town wearing big boots, talking loud, and taking
care of business.

The breakthrough - what made the novel different from anything Hemingway or
Faulkner had done before - was telling the story through the eyes of a schizophrenic,
Chief Bromden.

"I dealt with people all night long, people crazy as hell," Kesey recalls. "I'd sit in the
nurse's room behind this nice big typewriter. One time this guy came in. I have a
Coke on the desk. He says, `I see you're drinking from a glass bottle. You could do
a lot of damage with this.' And I'm just nodding my head and writing it down, `You
could do a lot of damage with this."'

For realism, Kesey underwent electroshock himself - in his back yard, using wires
plugged into a wall socket. "I was sure convinced never to do it again. LSD could be
hard, but nothing like this."

Kesey says that editor Malcolm Cowley was working with Stegner's seminar, and
asked to take the manuscript of "Cuckoo's Nest" with him when he returned to New
York City. Viking published it, as well as everything else Kesey has written over the
years.

Wasserman says that he worked hard to remain true to Kesey's story, and felt his
play succeeded, unlike the movie. The original play went wrong, he says, when
Douglas brought in some Hollywood writers to make McMurphy more consistently
heroic.

"Disagreeing on it, I cut out before it opened," Wasserman says. "I spent my time as
personal therapy and began writing a new work called `Man of La Mancha.'

"I understand why Kesey would not care for the movie. The movie is a good nut
house story, primarily featuring Jack Nicholson doing Jack Nicholson. But he is not
really the character. The movie omits what for me is the most fascinating part of the
novel and the play, which looks into the mind of a schizophrenic.

"By looking into his mind, we get a very fine view of what Kesey called 'the
Combine,' which is a world that cannot abide the individualist or the rule breaker."

The night "Cuckoo's Nest" opened in 1963, Kesey joined the producers, cast and
crew afterward at a restaurant to wait for the newspaper reviews. When they came
in, the score was three thumbs up, and three thumbs down.

"They all said it was not going to make it," Kesey says. "But Kirk Douglas was gutsy
enough to say, `It is going to make it."'

The play carried on for two months before closing. It was an off-Broadway success
eight years later, with William Devane in the title role, and continues to be produced
around the world.

While Kesey was driving cross-country back home to Oregon, President Kennedy
was shot, and everywhere the nation was in shock. When he got home, he began
planning the LSD-fueled bus trip later chronicled in "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid
Test."

"A lot of the success of ('Cuckoo's Nest') was that it was already happening before I
thought of it as a book," Kesey says. "As (Grateful Dead singer Jerry) Garcia said,
`The '60s ain't over 'til the fat lady gets high,' and this is all about the '60s. Some
people were driven nuts by it and some people have been made very sane.

"People who never heard of `Cuckoo's Nest' see it and their eyes connect and they
say, `Hello!' It was part of losing a president and people trying to invent a hero."

Wasserman regained control over the script, and restored his original version, which
is what is on Broadway now. The playwright still has his first draft, which he had sent
to Kesey to read. It came back covered with enthusiastic handwritten comments in
the margins.

Kesey will be in New York May 6 and hopes to see the current version. He'd like to
invite Douglas to attend the performance with him. Wasserman looks forward to
having Kesey see it.

"All the elements are there, almost for the first time," says Wasserman. "The visuals
are there, the music is there, the balanced ensemble cast of actors is there. This is the
one he ought to see."

Kesey says that for a few years, he would receive
pencil-scrawled letters signed Chief Bromden, the schizophrenic narrator who
escapes at the end of "Cuckoo's Nest." The letters said things like, "How are you
doing? I'm doing fine. I'm going to Manitoba to be a wrestler."

"You never had a sense that it was finished," Kesey says of the story. "At this time I
was heavy into LSD and I started to believe this guy was out there writing me letters."

Kesey also ran into the Army nurse who was the prototype for Nurse Ratched. She
was a volunteer at the Oregon Coast Aquarium in Newport.

"This little perky woman comes over and says, `Hi, Ken, remember me? Nurse
Ratched?' I was bowled over. She says she has become kind of famous and
appreciates it. A few years later, I got a letter from somebody who said she had died.

"The remarkable thing about what she was doing was she was forgiving me."

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To: JakeStraw who wrote (25943)4/25/2001 4:27:19 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 49844
 
Heads Shot
by Josh Goldfein
Posted April 23rd, 2001 6:00 PM

Brent Meeske's The End of the Road is the Citizen Kane of parking-lot
fan docs. Confronting the elephant in the rental rack of that burgeoning
subgenre, Meeske embarked in 1995 on a planned three-year long, dull
trip with the Grateful Dead and its Heads. Fandom is fertile ground for
critics exploring the relationship between art and commerce, artist and
audience, pleasure and personality, but Deadheads took that bond to a
whole new level, erasing their ties to the straight world and erecting a
new one. Fortunately for low-budget filmmakers, they built their cities
near major roadways.

The band itself is barely visible here. For
most of the film's 99 minutes, hirsute
sun-casualties frolic on the tarmac,
orating, vending, twirling, inhaling,
comparing garb and histories, casting for
miracles, raising toddlers. Meeske may have set out only to make Stupid
Fucking Hippies: Behind the Music, but history imposed a subtext. In their
final years the Dead lost control of the bus, as the scene became more
tailgate party than festival. On-screen, fault lines are visible inside the
camp; subsistence-level crafts dealers resent the nitrous pushers who
get the kids fucked up and then "take their $4000 to the Hyatt Regency
for a steak dinner." After rioting Hoosiers force the band to cancel—a
first in their 30-year history—a fed-up Head does brisk business selling
"Gatecrashers Suck!" T-shirts at cost, and the Dead themselves issue a
statement asking fans to "think of [the cops] as us." Meeske cannily
edits his 44 hours of footage to maximize the peace officers' screen time,
using audio from blissed-out drum circles to underline the growing sense
of anxiety. But just when things start to get interesting, Jerry croaks.
Meeske is left faithfully recording the flatulent wake (Lesh: "Now he is
done with becoming; now he is being"). It's a bummer, because there's
probably a great feature lurking in his tapes. It'll just take a few more
blind men to reveal that particular pachyderm.