Robbie Robertson, the revered songwriter who died last week aged 80, was an immensely important composer. Over six decades in the entertainment business, Robertson worked alongside a small galaxy of musicians and singers, most famously Bob Dylan, who probably spoke for many when he said the Toronto-born artist’s death came as ‘shocking news’ for those of them still left.
When he died, Robertson had just completed his fourteenth film composition for Scorsese
America’s ‘traditions, tragedies and joys’ were Robertson’s lyrical trade, according to his most frequent collaborator of the past 45 years, the film director Martin Scorsese. In a long conversation I had with Robertson in 1988, he told me that he thought of his recordings less as music and more as literature. His lyrics spoke of the deep history of his adopted American homeland. ‘What I’m really interested in is mythology,’ he said. ‘I’m interested in places and characters I haven’t met.
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