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In '95 I was living in London - if you can call it living. During some accommodation
problems, I ended up staying at the home of a guy called Mark Elston, an ex-speed
freak, and his wife because he had a sudden bust-up with someone staying with him,
an army mechanic called Mick he was using as free labour on his van. So Mick needed
his own apartment back, where he was letting me stay temporarily. Mark was one of
the leaders of a rather weird offbeat local variation of a number in south-east London
of a well-known Christian 'fellowship' with a not particularly original name. I had been
invited along to the group and had been a few times. The main protagonists fancied
themselves as being somewhat alternative in their approach to Christian faith and
were into some book called Wild Hope by Tom Sine. I never did read it; I was too into
my Dylan – amongst whatever other things.
As one of the more conventional leaders said to me on my first visit, 'Mark is the one
over there, wearing all the gear.'
I had moved from a nearby but even shittier part of London. Going by one of the
chapters in Michael Gray's Song & Dance Man III, it seems that I was living extremely
close to Robert Shelton, though it is possible that this was not at precisely the same
time. But it could well have been. And there is a colossal irony in it. I thoroughly
enjoyed No Direction Home in spite of whatever flaws it may technically have had,
and would have loved to have met him. Especially as I was pretty depressed at the
time, and gather he was too.
Anyway, Mark had lived in NY, and regularly gloried in it as if it were some great
achievement. I was unimpressed and just glazed over or did one of my derisory Bronx
impoisonations.
The tapes had some Oh Mercy outtakes on too. So Mark was keen to name check
Daniel Lanois. But I found it funny that such a self-styled authority on music and
supposed former employee of Columbia pronounced Lanois's name in an Anglicized
manner: Lanowis. He grinned sheepishly when I suggested it was LanWA, particularly
given that the guy is, I think, Canadian. It was Mick the mechanic who had tipped me
off about the upcoming Brixton concerts, as he had heard an ad on the radio.
Straight after moaning about Sly and/or Robbie's playing, Mark also claimed,
teasingly, to have worked for Bob Dylan.
'Well, you said you'd worked for Columbia, OK, but that is not working for Bob Dylan.'
But he replied that he was the press officer or something, and that he used to get 'all
these calls asking [him] to explain what on earth Dylan was on about in Slow Train
Coming and Saved, could [he] explain it to them because they were so confused? So,
implicitly, it was Mark's job to 'explain' for the taciturn Dylan (who was paying his
wages for this invaluable service) - notwithstanding his Jesus stage raps and verbosity
on the albums.
So that is working for Bob Dylan? His right-hand man? But is any of it even remotely
true? If it was supposedly during Dylan's preachy phase it must have been in the very
early 80s.
Anyway, soon I had my own bust-up with Mark. It was over some missing belongings
of mine after I had been away for a few weeks. When I got back, some of them
weren't there anymore. I called him a charlatan, which left him pretty shaken up. And
his last words to me were, 'Fuck you'. In Jesus' name, of course.
Oh, I almost forgot. Mark was highly amused when I mentioned that Dylan had some
band in his youth called Elston Gunn.
I just checked on Facebook. This looks very like him, but it is fifteen years on, so I'm
not certain. But he does call himself mad hippy, which certainly fits (though when I
called him one his wife got upset and said she saw him more as hip-hop) ...