The photo's looking out the Chicago living room window of my dear friends Charlie & Ellen, but it reminded me of Dylan at the age of 20, who having left the U the year before to hitchhike to NYC with neither money nor friends, said wintertime in New York town -- the wind blowin’ snow around, walk around with nowhere to go -- he said to rooms even smaller than the small room at Gerdes Folk City, he said: somebody could freeze right to the bone. He said, "I froze right to the bone."
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One of my all-time favorite Dylan songs.
I'm trying to imagine what it would have been like to sit in Gerde's and hear Mr. Dylan for the first time.
Not hard to hear the genealogical influences of Woody and Ramblin'Jack et al as this genre-fication took hold. Arlo had some good teachers.
People goin’ down to the ground -- buildings goin’ up to the sky ...
Nostradukas, I never did get into Gerdes but some 3 years i spent a long pleasant evening at The Bitter End, which still stands and where Bob also played regular ... it's still sumpin' else. So small, & so intimate; what an incredible groove it must have been when Bob & Joan & Arlo would drop by.
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