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I was with the carnival off and on. . . . I was clean-up boy. I was mainliner on the Ferris wheel. Do the shoreline thing. Used to do all kinds of stuff like that.â
Radio Interview with Cynthia Gooding, WBAI (New York)
1962
Bob Dylan, you must be twenty years old now.
Yeah, I must be twenty . . .
In Minneapolis you were thinking of being a rock & roll singer?
At that time I was sort of doing nothing, I was working, I guess, I was making pretend I was going to school out thereâIâd just come in from South Dakota, that was about three years ago . . . yeah, Iâd come in from Sioux Falls, that was the only place you didnât have to go too far to find the Mississippi Riverâit runs right through the town.
Have you sung at any of the coffee houses [in Greenwich Village]?
Yeah, I sang at the Gaslight. That was a long time ago . . . I used to play down at the Wha?, too. I sang down there during the afternoons, played my harmonica for this guy there . . . he used to give me a dollar . . . play with him every day from two oâclock in the afternoon. Play till 8:30 at night . . . . He gave me a dollar, plus a cheeseburger.
What got you off rock & roll and onto folk music?
Well I never got onto thatâthey were just sorta, I donât know. I wasnât calling it anything, I wasnât singing rock & roll. I was singing Muddy Waters songs, I was writing songs, and I was singing Woody Guthrie songs and also Hank Williams songs . . . Johnny Cash . . .
I heard you doing Johnny Cash.
These are French ones [cigarettes]?
No, theyâre healthy ones.
My record for Columbia is coming out in March.
Whatâs it going to be called?
Bob Dylan, I think.
This is one of the fastest rises in folksingers.
Yeah, but I really donât think of myself as a folksinger thing . . . [I donât] play in places across the country, you know, Iâm not on the circuit or anything. Iâm not a folksinger so . . . I play a little, once in a while. But I like more than just folk music too. I sing more than just folk music . . . as such people label folk music âfolk musicâ . . . yeah, I like folk music . . . like Hobart Smithâs stuff. I donât sing much of that, and when I do itâs a modified version or something . . . itâs more of a old-time jazz thing. Jelly Roll Morton ânâ stuff like that.
Iâd like you to sing songs from your short history.
Short history?
[To listeners] Heâs got a list of songs pasted to his guitar.
Well, I donât know all of these songs, itâs just a list of what other people gave me. I gathered them on, I copied the best songs I could find. So I donât know a lot of these. Gives me something to do on the stage.
Like something to look at.
[Sings a blues]
Thatâs a great song, how much of it is yours?
I donât know, I canât remember. My hands are cold, itâs a pretty cold studio.
Youâre a very good friend of John Lee Hookerâs? . . . Howlinâ Wolf. Youâre a friend of Woody Guthrie . . .
Yeah.
Which ones of his do you like the best, which ones are the best?
Depends . . . . Which one do you want to hear? [Sings âHard Travelinââ]
Tell me about the songs youâve written, that you sing.
Those are . . . I donât claim theyâre folk songs or anything. I just call them contemporary songs I guess. A lot of people paint if they got something they want to say, other people write plays, write songs . . . same place. Wanna hear one?
Why, yes!
I got a new one, itâs called âEmmett Till.â I stole the melody from Len Chandler. Heâs a folksinger, uses a lot of funny chords. He got me to using some of these funny chords, trying to teach me new chords. He played me these, said, âDonât they sound nice?â So I said, âThey sure do.â So I stole it, the whole thing. [Sings âEmmett Tillâ]
âItâs one of the best contemporary ballads I ever heard. Itâs tremendous.
You like it?
Oh, yes.
I just wrote it last week, I think.
I donât get a chance much to play. Let me play you a plain ordinary one. Broke my fingernail . . . [Plays âStanding on the Highway Trying to Bum a Rideâ]
You know, the eight of diamonds is delay, and the ace of spades is death.
Yeah.
So that sort of goes in with the two roads, doesnât it?
I learned that in the carnival. I used to travel with the carnival.
Oh, you can read cards too?
Um . . . I canât read cards, I really believe in palm reading. But for a bunch of personal things, personal experiences, I donât believe too much in the cards. I like to think I donât believe too much in the cards.
So you wonât go too far out of your way to have them read . . . . How long were you with the carnival?
I was with the carnival off and on for six years.
What were you doing?
Just about everything. I was clean-up boy. I was mainliner on the Ferris wheel. Do the shoreline thing. Used to do all kinds of stuff like that.
Didnât that interfere with your schooling?
Well, I skipped a lot of things and I didnât go to school for a bunch of years, skipped this, skipped that . . . ha ha! It all came out even, though [laughs].
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I used to play the guitar when I was ten, you know. So I figured maybe my thing is playing the guitar, maybe thatâs my little gift.â
Radio Interview with Studs Terkel, WFMT (Chicago)
May 1963
Bob Dylan was a young folk poet at the time I spoke with him, one of the most exciting singers of songs aroundârumpled trousers, curly hair, wearing a skipperâs cap, twenty-two years old. He canât be pigeonholed. Bob Shelton of The New York Times writes: âHis lyrics mix a sermon out of Woody Guthrieâs conversational folksay with a dash of Rimbaudâs demonic imagery and even a bit of Yevtushenkoâs social criticism. Whether his verse is free or rhymed, whether the mood is somber, crusading, satiric, subject to the fanciful. Mr. Dylanâs words and melodies sparkle with the light of an inspired poet.â He is an American original.
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?
The beginning was there in Minnesota. But that was the beginning before the beginning. I donât know how I come to songs, you know. Itâs not up to me to explainâI donât really go into myself that deep, I just go ahead and do it. Iâm just sort of trying to find a place to pound my nails.
Woody Guthrie, is he a factor in your life?
Oh yeah. Woodyâs a big factor. I feel lucky just to know Woody. Iâd heard of Woody, I knew of Woody. I saw Woody once, a long, long time ago in Burbank, California, when I was just a little boy. I donât even remember seeing him, but I heard him play. I must have been about ten. My uncle took me.
What was it that stuck in your mind?
It stuck in my mind that he was Woody, and everybody else I could see around me was just everybody else.
If I may venture an opinion, that could apply to you, too, Bob. Unique. Itâs hard to separate you from the songs you sing. You write most of the songs you sing, donât you?
Yeah, I write all my songs now.
Thereâs one song, the only way I can describe it is as a great tapestryââA Hard Rainâs A-Gonna Fall.â
Iâll tell you how I come to write that. Every line in that really is another song. Could be used as a whole song, every single line. I wrote that when I didnât know how many other songs I could write. That was during October of last year and I remember sitting up all night with a bunch of people someplace. I wanted to get the most down that I knew about into one song, so I wrote that. It was during the Cuba trouble, that blockade, I guess is the word. I was a little worried, maybe thatâs the word.
Youâre right. Each one of the lines, each one of the images could be a song in itself. You know why I asked you to sing that live? I have this letter from a kid whoâs about your age, heâs twenty-one. He was wondering what this new generation is really thinking of. We hear so much. At the very end he says, âAmericaâs heard the story of the bright, straight-A student, the fraternity-leading good guy Charlie. But thereâs a quiet group that remains. One that has no overwhelming crusade that is outwardly on the make, but one that is uneasily discontented. Thoughtfully or restless, young people of this sort may eventually determine future directions . . . . Outwardly we seem to be cool, but thereâs a rage inside us.â
Iâve got a friend who wrote a book called One Hundred Dollar Misunderstanding. I donât know if itâs around Chicago. Itâs about this straight-A college kid, you know, fraternity guy, and a fourteen-year-old Negro prostitute. And itâs got two dialogues in the same book. A dialogue is one chapter and the other chapter follows with just exactly what heâs thinking and what he does. The next chapter is her view of him. The whole books goes like that. This guy Robert Gover wrote it. That would explain a lot too. Thatâs one of the hippest things nowadays, I guess. I mean, it actually comes out and states something thatâs actually true, that everybody thinks about. I donât know if this fellow who wrote ...