My First Time With Dylan (Musicians talks about Bob Dylan ) – Part -1

Judy Collins, folk singers
“At my feet; Lost Soul”

“Bob Dylan sang in one of the clubs in nearby Cripple Creek [Colorado] in the summer and one night, he came to gilded the garter to hear me and the rock and roll band. When we meet now, he says, ‘Remember that night I sat at your feet?’ “(1959)

“I was employed by Gerdes, on West Fourth Street in New York.

“… I met with Bob Dylan again. Dressed in sloppy clothes, with funny Railroad hat and a drink in front of him, grinning at me in the mirror over the bar by Gerdes, hunched over like a bum off the street to relax stage he looked like a lost soul. We talked about Colorado and Minnesota. We were both a long way from home. “(1960)

(From “Trust Your Heart: an autobiography” by Judy Collins)





John Phillips, Rock Musician
“Worked his ‘look’”

“We [the companions] were on a bill with a dingy, anemic-looking child who had been kicking around the village. This was his first paid occurs. He looked pale and fragile as he had just gotten over mononucleosis, but his audiences were spellbound He sang with an angry, nasal whine and appeared on his ‘views’ work:.. ruffled rumpled shirt, jeans, boots, hat, hair, alert, restless squint when we met him backstage before the show [ band member] Lightnin ‘helped him to improve his guitar. It was spread all sorts of wild stories about the guy. We knew was that he from Minnesota and went by the name of Bob Dylan. “(New York, 1961)

(From “Papa John: Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n Roll, traverse a Music Legends shocking” by John Phillips)


Sylvia Tyson, folk singer
“Large eraser”

“It always struck me as ironic that Dylan a crowd was because when we first knew him [at the Newport Folk Festival] he was nervous, overweight and penniless, and he used not to make girls in the clubs, , beat sleep with them, but only to their floors. it was like a big eraser absorb anything from anyone who was good, and his great talent in a special way, he is to write everything together. he also started his own material, and that was a revelation for anyone we [Ian and Sylvia] began to think. “Hey, we can do that too.” “(1961)

From selling “I never my saddle” by Ian Tyson with Colin Escott)



Ian Tyson, folk and cowboy singer

“No loitering the folk scene of New York 1961 and 1962 could not believe what happened to Bob Dylan. Bobby Zimmerman gloomiest Minnesota has a new name of the prolix Welsh poet, a new voice of Woody Guthrie and songs from anywhere. He had a reinventing infinite capacity for themselves, then live the lie he had very Will Jamesian created so. Albert Grossman, helped as skilled as any in image creation, for producing Bob Dylan from Bobby Zimmerman, then wrapped him in a mystery.

“Dylan was a little obnoxious jerk in many ways. He crashed on couches in the city. He was always bummin ‘stuff. I never thought that he would do as he did. He gave us [Ian and Sylvia] a song, “Tomorrow is a long time” for our second album. Then he was so productive as he. he was on amphetamines they’re watching out. he absorbed everything like a sponge. he has and singing out of tune to play out of tune. he has to get away with it, but it is not gonna mean eighteen US dollars at the door. ”

(From “I never sold my saddle” by Ian Tyson with Colin Escott)


Joan Baez, folk singer
“Urban Hillbilly”

“I saw Bob Dylan in 1961 Gerde’s Folk City in Greenwich Village. He was not too impressive. He looked like an urban hillbilly with hair around the ears short and curly in the foreground. The legs from foot to foot as he played, he seemed from the . guitar dwarfed his jacket was rusty leather and two sizes too small his cheeks were still soaked with an unworthy amount of baby fat, but his mouth was a killer… soft, sensuous, childish, nervous and cautious He spat the words his own songs. They were original and refreshing when dull and jagged. It was absurd, new and filthy beyond words. when his set was over, he was introduced to my table and the historical event of our meeting was in progress. he stood nervously, muttering polite, smiling, looking amused. I drank my Shirley Temple, feeling like the old dowager of the folk scene … There was no question that this young was exceptional and that it touches people, but he had just started to touch me. ” (New York)

(From “and a voice to sing with: A Memoir” by Joan Baez)



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