Thanks for putting on a fabulous show in Haywards Heath a couple of weeks back. It really was great to hear those songs played with the feeling and respect they deserve. And just a little humour. Looking forward to the next time, or at Cropredy for another great festival.

A happy and prosperous 2012 to you all.

- Toby Goodyer

Not something I normally do but your gig last night has made me send this. I have been going to see bands for some 45 years and last nights show was right up there with the best. I have seen Dylan a few times and found that sometimes he just can't be bothered. Last night you put a smile on my face!Your interpretations were superb as indeed were all of your musical skills.

Play Loud!

- Jimmy Gempton

"Hope this isn't too schmaltzy, but just to say how much I enjoyed last night's gig. I was totally blown away. A lifelong Dylan fan (since I was 9 years old), you transported me back to the times I have seen Dylan perform (before he lost his voice)! I'm amazed at the strength of Steve's voice and how great the band are - so tight. I bought the CD and am playing it right now - amazingly good. One wish......could you do Visions of Johanna next time you're down South? Not an easy one, I know.....

I actually met Steve in the 90's at a gig he did (not Dylan Project) at the Amersham Arms (The Gig) in New Cross. He sat down with me and my friend and signed a photo for me (To Tricia, with love Steve). That photo still takes pride of place on my lounge wall(amongst the unsigned Dylan ones!). I'm sure he won't remember me though of course! I wanted to tell you myself how much I enjoying your performance when you all went to the bar during the interval, but I was too shy and I guessed you kinda get sick of no-marks like me being sycophantic! I'm in my 50's now and still a bit star struck!! Pathetic eh?

Anyway, I'm still buzzing from seeing you last night so thank you again for stopping me in my tracks (like when I first heard Dylan) and making me feel alive again. I'll be on the look out for you and if the band or Steve do any gigs, I'll do my utmost to get there (hee hee a 50 year old groupie?...... well guess it's time to do what I should have done when I was 20 but was brought up too well.........damn my parents!!!).

May you stay forever young."

Love to you all
Tricia

"I don't normally do this, I think I may still be a little drunk. However, just a quick thank you for the gig last night (Dec 15 Half Moon Putney). Great stuff, you all nailed it down. It's the first time I've seen you guys and it wont be the last. Im shamed to say I've never seen the man him self. Theres still time (I hope)."
- Tony Wilson

Phil Bond and I had been invited to guest on some of the Fairport set so the preceeding week was a little busy with the Learning of the Stuff – I particularly enjoyed “Reunion Hill,” a Richard Shindell song from FC’s new CD (which I have to say as a thoroughly unbiased bystander – is their best for some time).

Our house, standing in the fictional village of Nether Bagwash, is only 11 miles from Cropredy (pronounced Croperdy, to rhyme with chiropody) and consequently we become very popular at the beginning of each August; this year’s guests were already installed when I wandered down to the field on Wednesday for a soundcheck!! This is one of the fringe benefits of being a Fairport offshoot – no mere 8 minute line check, where every instrument cable is waggled and each mic tapped and shouted down twice only before you’re on and Hello eighteen thousand people, I hope it sounds OK. No, a proper soundcheck-at-length for Fairport with guests, so it only needed Steve to transform the personnel into the Proj; et, voila!

I can’t itemise all the bands (pretty sensational programme this year – I enjoyed every one!) or write proper a day-by-day BLOG, I think they call it, due to the influence of beery substances in the afternoons and occasional premature departures due to dog-sitting arrangements in the evening. But I recall enjoying the Dylan Project’s set enormously – playing outdoors is always a joy, sound-wise – and we received a stream of very favourable feedback from the audience throughout the rest of fest.

I made an executive decision to pass on Jack Westwood’s Burns Supper – a new Cropredy tradition, but one that uses a loose and very liquid definition of the word “supper.” I witnessed the aftermath, notably Gareth Turner, squeezeboxist with Little Johnny England, firmly in the category of walking wounded. Well, more sort of perambulating pissed.

Fairport’s almost 3 hours was terrific (but then I am a fan), especially the Festival Bell material and JB Lee. I just loved going up onto their stage and adding my two penn’orth – I hardly played any bum notes, for which I am eternally grateful (well, three or four maybe) – and the sight of all those faces out there, completely filling the whole picture (apart from the sky at the top!) beyond the stage frame will stay with me a long while. Then, like every year, Meet on the Ledge causes a moment of reflection on life, death, the past twelve months, how Summer 2011 is now firmly on the wane – first chilly evenings and all that – what will the coming year bring, and ooh, what a great song that RT wrote while still in his teens – all this while actually playing the electric guitar, folks: and then it’s suddenly all over, time for a little drinkie, saying farewell to old friends, swapping contacts with new friends, packing up and heading home. Thank you Fairport Convention for being mostly in the right place at the right time down the years. An accident of history perhaps, but twenty-odd thousand people set their annual clocks by it every second-weekend-in-August; long may it continue.

I’ll see the rest of the Proj from time to time – a couple of gigs with Steve & Phil coming up and Peggy & I are out again in November for “Yet Another Night Off With…” (see: www.fairportconvention.com) - but without wishing my time away (not too much left now: Ed), roll on December and our own dear Dylan Project’s lovely Winter Tour – hope to see you all by the bar at some point….. PJ

Before we tell you what we thought of Fairport's Cropredy Convention, here's what someone else thought of the Dylans' set at the festival.

"When a band of veteran British rock musicians took to the stage with a different take on Bob Dylan's music at the weekend, they were so good someone in the crowd even shouted "Judas." The reference to the infamous moment when Dylan turned electric was tongue-in-cheek. The musicians concerned make no pretensions about being acoustic folkies."

Read the rest of the review at the Reuters web site.

I’m hoping that some of my more adventurous colleagues in this Dylanic enterprise will share their experiences of the road to and from Steve Gibbons’ seventieth birthday celebrations near Thalgau: two of our number, Phil & Peggy, chose to travel separately overland by camper van, bringing their womenfolk and making even more of a holiday of the proceedings.

Steve & I flew out from Birmingham Airport, stopping at Frankfurt – in SG’s case stopping a little too late to catch his rather optimistic (half-hour turnaround) connection. So we queued for an hour or so for reticketing and reached Salzburg later than expected, missing dinner and sent to bed with dry bread, soup and a half-gallon stein of weissbier. (The dry bread bit is a lie).

Due to weather (UK having steamed under clear skies for days on end due to storms and constant rain having been diverted to Austria), the gig was not at the open-air “Lake Stage” but in a very posh school hall. As you would expect, the PA and all the equipment we used was teutonically top-notch, as were audience, support band and eventually, us!

Thank you Bernhard for looking after us so well and Happy Birthday Steve!

P.S. Cropredy write-up follows soon.

Before you know it, as they say, it’s nearly over; our traditional Gerry’s Night Off was a delight, with the fabulous Brendan Day occupying Gerry’s chair; a totally different style of playing, plenty of showing off - “Rainy Day Women #s 12 & 35” (or “Everybody Must Get Stoned” to give it its unofficial but more logical title) being given the full Boys’ Brigade treatment (Brendan Day Women #s 12 & 35?).

I have a significant memory of a bitterly cold morning walk along the shingle beach eastwards from Southsea the morning after the Eastney Cellars gig – the landlord Steve did us proud and despite the tiny, cramped stage the show rolled on like Symphony Hall – thanks to all who came (hello Max, Steve and Team Gosport) and particular thanks to our fantastic opening act – monster harmonies and great playing! A memorable night and some lovely beer called Invincible or similar.

By now we were back in our own vehicles, dashing through the snow, Part Two; I made it back home from Winchester with about ten minutes to spare. We’d heard about Heathrow being closed at the gig, but somehow stayed west of the snow cloud until Warwickshire.

Which leaves only our last, our home gig - Banbury’s Mill Theatre, formerly FolkRock Central. I have had so many corking nights at the Mill, both onstage and as a punter, that it’s always a joy; from the early Fairport Cropredy warmups with Richard Thompson, to more recent times (some of our own dear Little Johnny England shows, great Steve Gibbons Band gigs there – Martyn Joseph, Chis & Julie - the list goes on). I think, despite the appalling travelling conditions and very sub-zero temperatures, that in a half-full house we warmed the place up suitably and I hope we didn’t disappoint. I certainly had a desperately fab time – it was the end-of-tour go-for-it show and to Tony & friend, who’d already seen us in Winchester and come all the bloody way up to OX16 – Rob Wooldridge, Andy Leonard, many more, all together in a lovely bubble of Bob Dylan, Steve Gibbons, Fairport’s rhythm section, Phil Bond and me banging quotes back and forth…. A lovely experience to be part of – that’s why we keep doing it - thanks for your time. Please come back next year, if we’re spared. God bless the Proj, thank you and good night.
Happy New Year –
P.J.

And behold, the next day the sun shone, enabling the reopening of the Forth Bridge and our passage to Gateshead, the other Significant UK Snow Location, where we played at the beautiful Sage, being on our version of best behaviour to meet up in the bar with John Tobler, our record company’s boss! A shame Pete Scrowther’s sister was too snowed in to make it, for it was a good rocking night.

Dear reader, I’m aware that by now the detail is probably a little fulsome, so I’ll get on with it; Manchester saw us at Band on the Wall, which has been renovated within an inch of its life. Our old chum, Yorkshire’s own country-rocker Des Horsfall (his new Ronnie Lane-inspired album to be released soon; Peggy and I are both on it!) turned up, as did even older chum, Folk Godfather and Inspiration – he blew my socks irretrievably off when I saw him for the first time at the Victoria Folk Club, Leicester, in 1965 - Martin Carthy (we really have had a fair amount of royalty show up this year, you know). Thence to Kendal (thank you, the man from Dumfries, for those words elsewhere in this website – it was a good show, wasn’t it!) where afterwards we all sang wine-fuelled Christmas carols around Joyce’s lovely Art Deco piano; next morning onward through a now seriously freezing England to Skegness where the utterly brilliant Folk Weekend at Butlins was impressing everyone I spoke to, including Pete & Lee from my own dear Warwickshire village (two huge warm indoor concert rooms, great PA, screens, real ale bars – everything you need from a folkfest [apart from sunshine] without the usual summer accessories of drizzle, mud, wet tents, damp sleeping bags, etc. You don’t even need to bring your own chairs – we have seen FolkFest Future and it’s comfortable!)
We got there just in time to catch Kate Rusby and her brass ensemble a-carolling and wassailing for all they were worth.. (NB: At Butlins now the very comfortable accommodations are no longer called chalets, they’re units; they look just like New England-style factory outlet shopping malls, all white clapboard and little clock towers but missing the signs for Rockport and Bass shoes). So with a glow on from the extended set and a little celebratory drinkie we slipped away to our units, past imaginary windows full of Eddie Bauer, Old Navy and Aeropostale – a little bit of Massachusetts in sub-zero Lincolnshire.
P.J.

A couple of years ago, John Tobler, owner of RGF Records, asked me to produce a set of sleeve notes to accompany his new release, a double album containing the first two recordings by `The Dylan Project`. Being of the school of thought that `nobody sings Dylan like Dylan`, I was a little sceptical. The redeeming feature, however, seemed to be that the band consisted of some of my favourite musicians from over the years. On further listening, it became increasingly apparent that this was not another tribute band, but a group of stunning musicians capable of interpreting these wonderful songs in their own unique way. In 2010 John released a second album, this time with some previously unheard bonus tracks and graciously asked me to once again write the notes.

The fact that I was so blown away, not only by the stunning musicianship, but also by the amazing choice of material...led to my wife Sue and I braving the December blizzard to eventually arrive at `The Sage` in Gateshead in time to meet John and have a welcome and much appreciated drink with Peggy and Ellen.The theatre was pretty much full, despite the atrocious weather, as the band opened their set with the only non- Dylan song of the evening, the excellent `Colours to the Mast`, a Steve Gibbons' original.
As this was, apparently, the first time in 12 years that the band were actually playing from a set list, the songs continued to flow seamlessly throughout the evening. Continuing with a rousing version of `Tonight I`ll be Staying Here with You `with its powerhouse rhythm section of Gerry Conway and Dave Pegg, followed by`Down Along The Cove` which featured a tremendous accordion accompaniment from Phil Bond.

The fabulous, somewhat underrated `Born in Time` slowed the tempo and was the perfect vehicle for Steve's superb vocals and P J`s stunning guitar work. By now, the audience was eagerly awaiting and anticipating each new song as at a Dylan show.

Superb versions of two lesser known songs followed...`Lonesome Hobo` from J.W.H. ( again enhanced by great accordion ) and `Sweetheart Like You` which was performed with real feeling and gave the impression that it could be one of Steve`s personal favourites ??

TV Talking Song provided a change of style, being the only `talking blues` of the evening...a form which was common in Dylan`s early performances and recordings but which all but disappeared until this offering from `Under the Red Sky`. I think I prefer the DP version to the original!

Following an excellent rendition of `Handle with Care ` from the Wilburys' period, came, what for me, were two highlights of the night. Firstly, an emotive version of another lesser known Dylan masterpiece,` Dark Eyes` from `Empire Burlesque`.The arrangement was superb and created an incredibly evocative atmosphere in the theatre. This was followed by the magnificent `Gotta Serve Somebody`. Anyone who hadn't realised it already, must have known at this point that they were witnessing five of Britain`s greatest musicians at the very top of their game! Simply everything about this song was brilliant, from the vocal to the playing and not least the wonderful arrangement.
`Rainy Day Women` and an outstandingly different arrangement of a Bob favourite `Ballad of a Thin Man` began a 4 song set featuring Dylan`s Blonde on Blonde/Highway 61 period. The other two, the grossly underrated `Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat` and a sublime performance of `Just Like a Woman` conjured up images of mid 60`s NYC. I swear I saw the ghost of Edie Sedgewick looking down from the balcony behind the band ! (could've just been a pretty blonde girl from Newcastle or Gateshead tho`... I suppose.....still, nice to dream!)

The evening rolled on with one brilliant performance after another, culminating in the two real surprises of the show....firstly a version of the Dylan classic which has probably never before been covered (at least successfully),`Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands` from Blonde on Blonde. Performed at a much faster tempo than the original, this was an intriguing arrangement which highlighted the imagination and originality of The Dylan project. The encore was perhaps even more surprising..a rousing rendition of `Here Comes Santa` from D`s Christmas in the Heart album. As well as being a great performance, the band obviously thoroughly enjoyed the song..a fact which shone through to an audience eager to join in the fun !!

All in all, it was certainly worth the battle with the elements to be part of such a memorable night, and to witness these great performers and master craftsmen at the peak of their game. It is hard to imagine a better line up than Steve, Peggy, PJ, Gerry and Phil. Thanks a million for a great evening. I should also mention the superb venue...well worth a visit for anyone who hasn't yet been !

- Ray Dobson