i think that was Dylan
by Mike Marcellino
You could say I grew up with Bob Dylan, and the likes of Joan Baez, Carolyn Hester, Hamilton Camp, Buddy Holly and the Beach Boys. Though I've owned more than a dozen of his albums, the ones that most influenced me in music, my own writing and political and social views were his first three - Bob Dylan (1962), The Freewheelin Bob Dylan (1964) and The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964) and John Wesley Harding (1967).
While I have not yet recorded "i think that was Dylan" you're invited to listen to my collection of 9 new lyrical poetry song recordings. Some folks have compared my music to Dylan, though I don't sing, i talk, but then Dylan hardly does either.
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It's hard to recall when I first listened to the folk songs of Robert Allen Zimmerman, raised in Hibbing, Minnesota, near the Mesabi Iron Range west of Lake Superior. He was the grandson of Ukrainian and Lithuanian Jews, who escaped antisemitism in the early 1900s.
I've found very few albums in which I liked every song - Freewheelin' was such an album. I liked Corina, Corina most and would listen to it over and over. The times from 1963 to 1967 in Dylan's half century music career were turbulent. I listened to Dylan around the time of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, though time stood still as we sat glued to the television in a fraternity house on the campus of Wake Forest College in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I listen in my hooch at a base camp at the tip of the Viet Cong Iron Triangle stronghold northwest of Saigon in the Vietnam War.
Over the Dylan years, I've seen him in concert twice, the first probably the most memorable. It was November 12, 1965 at Music Hall in Cleveland, Ohio. Six weeks later, the day after New Year's I would leave on a train filled with Army recruits on the way to basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky.
Our seats were red velvet, right in the middle, not far from the front, perfect seats. I was with a very pretty blond, Cindy. I was in love with her and her sister, Gretchen. Wonderful girls, Swedish. Dylan played alone, with his guitar and harmonica, the first half of the concert. It couldn't have been better. He came on electric in the second half. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone was in shock. He had earlier been booed off the stage after three songs when he went electric at the Newport Folk Festival. I though it was cool. Still do, even though I was raised on the acoustic poet.
The second time I saw Dylan was at the concert for the opening celebration for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum on June 7, 1993. He had lost most of his voice and Dylan and the night were both electric - romping around Cleveland Municipal Stadium with my ex-wife (who looked like a female version of Dylan) and our three children with nearly 80,000 screaming rock fans. As I was on duty as an aide to the mayor, I had a seat in the sixth row for the ribbon cutting of the stunning building designed by I. M. Pei. The spot lit structure's reflection on the waters of Lake Erie at night is still a sight. Yoko Ono was there alone at the party after the ribbon cutting, John Lennon had been shot and killed December 8, 1980.
While Dylan was in Cleveland, I did try to meet with the icon, bringing some of my favorite photographs taken in the Vietnam War where I served as a combat correspondent and photojournalist. I got as far as inside the door of the recording studio he was at in an eastern suburb, but no further. I left Dylan this signed black and white photography of Army artillery forward observers with the 33rd Vietnamese Rangers on a search and destroy mission in the rice paddies.
Last year I got to thinkin' about the cover of the album The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan wrote a song about some crazy days I had spent roamin' the streets of New York City and wrote a song about those times. Today on Gothamist.com I learned the story behind the cover art. Bob Dylan wanted to recreate a photo of James Dean (see the link to Gothamist story) for the cover of "Freewheelin'" released May 23 1963.
i think that was Dylan
by Mike Marcellino
i think that was Dylan,
walkin down Jones Street
girl in his arm
right in the middle of the slushy road,
right pretty too,
comin right at me,
so i ducked
down into the
alley
found sally
and wrote this piece.
"i didn't see you there,"
- went something like that
i think that was Dylan
walkin down Jones Street
trouble was the cold,
blinded me,
so i parked my car,
a cutlass i believe,
recklessly
at the first illegal spot i could find
went up to the bar
"Irish whiskey,"
i said that,
it must ta been in '65
i think that was Dylan
walkin down Jones Street
go ask Sally.
i think that was Dylan copyright by Mike Marcellino 2009
