Friday, July 06, 2007

Dylan Night @ Little Grill: Open Mic, July 5, 2007

Bob Dylan musta been smiling down proudly from his velvet silhouette perch on the wall at
A Young Bob Dylan
"The Man from Duluth"
The Little Grill Collective
Thursday night, as everything was going his way.


First, we had Rafael Nadal-lookalike "Josh" get up there with his guitar and do some heartfelt originals spawned in Ohio, where he was just back from. He might not have thought he was doing Dylan proud, but I bet Mr. Zimmerman had his angry days back-when.

Then Chris Howdyshell, venerable M.C. for the night's proceedings, played a song from VH1's 100 Greatest Songs of Rock and Roll.

How does "Papa Was a Rollin' Stone" tie into the Dylan mystique? It's all in the name. And the fact that The Temptations' version of the song was ranked #168 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time, while Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" was number one.

That the number-two spot was taken by the group The Rolling Stones (with "Satisfaction") does not escape notice, or that the oldest song on the list was Muddy Waters "Rollin' Stone" from 1948 (ranked #459).

The astute will also remember that The Rolling Stones got their name from Muddy Waters song "Rollin' Stone" and that Rolling Stone magazine took its name from the Dylan song.

Bill and Ted got up there and did "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" and "All Along the Watchtower" for good measure.

The Dylanesque prize for the evening went to the last performer, Evan Morris, who did The Man from Duluth* most proud. We also had a girl named "Buick" play a song or two. She was on her way from Brooklyn to Nashville (wonder what she was driving?).

Chris Lythgoe was the only one to do anything remotely patriotic, given it was the day after July 4th. Bully him and his "Battle Ghosts".

I read two word poems: "Zither" (2004) and "What Awaits You" (2005),* rounding things out with sentence poem "I Wasn't Ready", which I wrote back in aught six.


*that Chris Howdyshell blurted out 'That's the best poem of the night!" at the end of it may have had more to do with the number of beers he'd downed by that point than the actual quality of the piece (actually he's from Hibbing).



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