We have compiled some of Joan Baez’s words about Bob Dylan for you.
“I first saw Bob Dylan in 1961 at Gerde’s Folk City in Greenwich Village. He was not overly impressive. He looked like an urban hillbilly, with hair short around the ears and curly on top.”
“In 1965, Bob Dylan and I were discussing the state of the music scene. He said The Byrds, who had made a hit of “Mr. Tambourine Man,” were the only thing happening musically at that point in time. Perhaps an exaggeration, but certainly a tribute to the stellar musicians who formed the budding monster groups of the years to come like The Byrds and CSNY.”
Last Speak
Baez doesn’t get equal billing, she’s bumped down to the opening act below both Dylan and Carlos Santana, and she doesn’t get to see or speak to Dylan, let alone perform with him. Finally Baez announces she’s leaving, and “Bob’s heavies begin materializing.” She’s guided into Dylan’s dressing room, and pretty soon:
Bob started running his hand up under my skirt, around the back of my knee and partway up my thigh.
“Wow, you got great legs. Where’d you get them muscles?”
“From rehearsing,” I said. “I stand up and rehearse a lot.” I took his hand out from under my skirt and placed it on his chest.
“So,” he said, stretching his arms out straight with a cat shiver. “You leavin’ already?”
“Yeah, I gotta go.”
“How come?”
“I have to catch a plane. It’s the kind of plane you have to go and get. It doesn’t come and pick you up.”
“You don’t wanna hang around and maybe do sumpin together later?”
“You mean sing?”
“Yeah, do sumpin together.”
“Naw, I don’t think so, Bob. Not that way. I wanted to do it right, you know, but it didn’t work out. Maybe some other time. I gotta go.”
“That’s too bad. You bin enjoyin’ yourself?”
“Yeah, Bob. It’s been my favorite tour in the world.” And I kissed him again and left.
