Stephen Fain Earle (born January 17, 1955) is an American rock, country and folk singer-songwriter, record producer, author and actor. Earle began his career as a songwriter in Nashville and released his first EP in 1982.
Señor, señor
Can you tell me where we’re headin’?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, señor?
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
There’s a certain part of you that becomes addicted to a live audience. I wouldn’t keep
doing it if I was tired of it. I do about 125 shows a year. It may sound like a lot to people who don’t work that much, but it isn’t. BB King is working 350 nights a year.
-Bob Dylan (Edna Gundersen Interview – May 1995)
Facts from Wikipedia:
| Start date | March 11, 1995 |
|---|---|
| End date | December 17, 1995 |
| Legs | 5 |
| No. of shows | 45 in Europe 70 in North America 115 in Total |
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm
I’ve found a different audience. I’m not good at reading how old people are, but my audience seems to be livelier than they were 10 years ago. They react immediately to what I do, and they don’t come with a lot of preconceived ideas about who they would like me to be, or who they think/ am.
– Bob Dylan (Murray Engleheart Interview for Guitar World)
| Never Ending Tour 1998 | |
|---|---|
| Start date | January 13, 1998 |
| End date | November 7, 1998 |
| Legs | 7 |
| No. of shows | 56 in North America 6 in South America 33 in Europe 15 in Oceania – 110 in Total |
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev’rybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls