Jakob Dylan; Austin City Limits. July 8, 2008

There’s something visually haunting, and revealing, about the gamble of the unaccompanied performing musician. All alone, under the spotlight, everybody watching. Now, be brilliant for us. It’s a big circle; the lights and attention shining down… and the song, the living song, offered back up. The magic, of course, is where the song comes from: That place of Creation, the spot where the observer observes from, the Rock from whence the poet channels the Divine spark…The place we touch the Much Larger Thing, or God…Or whatever you call it…. I call it the Muse. Anyway, that’s my take on the deal…. And here’s a shot of it.

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