You walk into the roomJeffrey Owen Jones, a film professor at the Rochester Institute of Technology and, inadvertently, the featured metaphor in Bob Dylan's Ballad of a Thin Man, has died.
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand...
Dylan told Rolling Stone’s Jonathan Cott that following his motorcycle accident on July 29, 1968, he found himself no longer able to compose as freely as before:As for keeping up with the Jones's, there is this:
Since that point, I more or less had amnesia. Now you can take that statement as literally or as metaphysically as you need to, but that’s what happened to me. It took me a long time to get to do consciously what I used to do unconsciously.
Dylan reiterated the point to Malt Damsker:
It’s like I had amnesia all of a sudden...I couldn’t learn what I had been able to do naturally — like Highway 61 Revisited. I mean, you can’t sit down and write that consciously because it has to do with the break-up of time...
In the interview with Jonathan Cott, Dylan described his albums John Wesley Harding and Nashville Skyline as attempts:
...to grasp something that would lead me on to where I thought I should be, and it didn’t go nowhere — it just went down, down, down... I was convinced I wasn’t going to do anything else.
It was in this mood of near-despair of ever composing as he once had, that Dylan had the “good fortune” to meet Norman, “who taught me how to see”:
He put my mind and my hand and my eye together, in a way that allowed me to do consciously what I unconsciously felt.
The Mysterious Norman Raeben
He would suggest in 1978 that he had written the song from the viewpoint of a 'geek,' a man who made his living biting the heads off chickens, for whom the only freak in the song was Mr. Jones, but a rap he gave in concert in 1986 probably came closer to the truth:There are some who seem to think that the Jones involved is one Max Jones, a critic for Melody Maker who also interviewed Dylan in the mid-60s.
This is a song I wrote in response to people who ask questions all the time ...I figure a person's life speaks for itself, right ? so every once in a while you gotta do this kinda thing--put somebody in their place...This is my response to something that happened in England, I think it was '63 or '64..
Bob Dylan: Behind The Shades
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