Odd seeing them play it in real time, nudging it into life, into becoming part of the arena-tour canon.
I love this song: it's weirdly Nihilistic - maybe not as overtly so as, say, something by someone like Richard Hell, but there is something beautifully negative about it. It's quality Bummerism. Who's it directed at? Nicks, probably. But it's a great general / generic put-down song and, unlike some of Dylan's most poisonous efforts - which spew malice outwards with such force that they divert you from an investigation into the narrator's motives or mindset - this says as much about the song's protagonist (its, um, 'inner singer', if you like) as its victim. An "I'm miserable and I hope you fail" classic; strung-out, self-hating and coked-up; a nod to both the Blues and to Punk. The version on Tusk is a grouchily fucked-up delight - as overwraught and over-polished, production-wise, as it is shambly. Constantly teetering on the edge of going out of time and out of tune: it takes a lot of effort to create something as wasted-sounding as that. Hi-Lo-Fi.