Last Friday was Bob Dylan’s birthday. My hometown of Duluth does it up right by holding an annual Dylan Fest — a week of events that features song, poetry, lectures, tours, and birthday cake.
This year, we attended the launch of a new book of poetry inspired by Dylan. “Visiting Bob” contains 100 poems by U.S. and international poets. A half dozen of the poets read their works and other poets’ works. Some of the poems were beyond me but others I understood. One that stuck was by local poet, Connie Wanek. Its theme was Dylan sightings in Duluth — are they false? Are they true? It ends on a hopeful note that perhaps someday the poet really will see him back in this town where he was born.
We also attended a lecture by one of the poets from Texas, David Gaines. Because he wrote a book about Dylan, he attracted media interest when Dylan won the Nobel Prize. Gaines described his experience being interviewed by Swedish public television and other major media outlets. He also got to travel to Stockholm to attend the airing of a Swedish public television story in conjunction with the prize ceremony.
On our way home from the lecture, we decided to stop by Bob Dylan’s home on the hillside, since it was on our route and we’d never seen it. A fan owns it and has spiffed up the duplex. Dylan lived in the right-hand side. A plaque on the front of the home proclaims its significance.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve lived here over five decades and never looked it up before. ‘Bout time, I guess.
When I posted the house photo on Facebook, one of my friends said they had a chance to rent the place in the mid-1970s, but turned it down. They didn’t know the home’s significance, however. When they found out afterward, they deeply regretted their decision because they were fans.
Another friend said she walked by the place thousands of times but it took years before she learned who had lived there.
These are typical instances of “Duluth” to me. It’s a big small town. It’s large enough to get lost in if you want, and to never see parts of it. But it’s small enough that everyone has friends in common through one means or another, whether they went to school with them, or worked with them, etc.
Even after all this time, this town still has hidden gems to discover for those who take the time to look.
12 thoughts on “Happy Belated Birthday Bob (Dylan)”
A great post to honor Bob! It is nice when you can still find surprises in your town.
Thank you, Jo Nell!
Fun take on Duluth, Marie. Ed enjoyed running into the newlyweds out and about at the Gaines lecture.
Yes, it was fun to see Ed there. We would have been able to speak with him more, but we left our seats to look at the Dylan museum displays and somebody sat in our places, even though we had our stuff on the seats.
Hi. Did anyone in your family have any contact with any of the Zimmermans?
Not that I know of. Many of my friends have tales of “close encounters” with the Zimmerman family though.
Must be our greatest living songwriter
My husband and I are big Dylan fans and saw him with his band live here in St. John’s, Newfoundland in 1997. It was a fantastic show!
Beautiful house. 🙂
How cool, Jennifer! I have never seen him perform in person. Hope to get the chance to remedy that some day…..
I don’t know how good his voice is now, but back then he was in fine form and the band was wonderful. Best part? We were front row and I’m sure he smiled at us. 😊
OMG, Bob Dylan has smiled upon you! How awesome. Thanks for sharing this.
A memorable moment of a lifetime!