The credits were incorrect on several photographs accompanying a Jan. 3 Style article on a Bob Dylan museum exhibition. The 1961 concert poster should have been credited to Lawrence Shustak of the Experience Music Project, the photo of the Woody Guthrie book was by Elaine Thompson of the Associated Press, and the tambourine photo was courtesy of Bruce Langhorne.
The Stuff of Legend
Monday, January 3, 2005
SEATTLE -- Bob Dylan as a museum piece?
Well, why not? He's already been a folk singer, a rock star, a myth, a legend, a recluse, an actor, a best-selling memoirist and, of course, the Voice of His Generation, though he vehemently denies the last charge. He's a mystery inside an enigma wrapped in a persona that we've been trying to solve ever since he left Hibbing, Minn., nearly half a century ago, bound for glory. Now Seattle's Experience Music Project, the museological brainchild of Microsoft billionaire Paul Allen, has weighed in with the first major museum treatment of Dylan's life and times. It runs through Sept. 5. Sometime after that, EMP curator Jasen Emmons is hoping, the National Museum of American History might bring it to the Mall.
Memo to the Smithsonian: Don't think twice, it's all right.
From the wall display of 100 different artists' covers of "Blowin' in the Wind" that greets you at the entrance (you can push a button to hear a punk-rock take or Marlene Dietrich vamping it up) to the mesmerizing, show-ending film clip of Dylan improvising nonsense lines, "Bob Dylan's American Journey, 1956-1966" manages to be simultaneously thoughtful and entertaining. It has something for everyone, non-fans and Dylan obsessives alike, though it's no doubt more rewarding for those who can at least hum a few bars of "Like a Rolling Stone."
Here, for example, is the battered Martin guitar that 18-year-old Robert Zimmerman acquired in Minneapolis in 1959 and played for the first couple of years of his Greenwich Village career. The important thing to know is that he got it by trading in the electric guitar he'd brought with him from Hibbing. Contrary to legend, Dylan was into rock -- particularly Little Richard and Buddy Holly -- before he turned into a folk singer.
Here is a set of wall-mounted headphones through which you can hear never-released material from Dylan's first real concert, in November 1961 at Carnegie Chapter Hall. He sings one of the first songs he ever wrote, about an old man found dead on the street. The show's producer lost money but paid Dylan $10.
Here is a copy of his first album, "Bob Dylan." He has autographed the cover for a fan and included a snatch of lyrics ("Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song") above his signature. Similar signed album covers appear throughout the show. "It's as if he's telling us, 'Pay attention to what I'm saying -- it's the words that are really important,' " Emmons says.
Fair enough: The show is full of words, not the least of which are drafts of song lyrics. The penciled draft for "Blowin' in the Wind" includes an editing mark switching the order of the second and third verses. (Dylan's handwriting is surprisingly neat.) In the typed lyrics of "The Times They Are A-Changin'," the writer self-consciously spells "you" as "yuh."
Beyond such minutiae lies the larger contribution Dylan made by marrying original, poetic lyrics to both folk and rock music. "If he hadn't done that first," says the late folk icon Dave Van Ronk in a video interview, "the singer-songwriters of today just wouldn't exist."
As for music, there's plenty of that as well.
The exhibition includes listening booths featuring the seven albums Dylan put out during the incredibly fertile four years between his 1962 recording debut and 1966's "Blonde on Blonde." People who don't know their Dylan can hear key songs from each album. Those who do can push the button that gives them a rare outtake or bootleg. And those who simply cannot stand the man's, um, distinctive voice -- Emmons, who's 41, admits to being such a person when he was young and foolish -- can choose a cover version: the Byrds, for instance, harmonizing "Mr. Tambourine Man."
There's great video, too. Once the museum had persuaded Dylan and his camp to sign on, it got access to a huge archive of footage currently being used by director Martin Scorsese to make a PBS documentary (it's scheduled to be shown in July). By combining this with other material -- most notably D.A. Pennebaker's "Don't Look Back" and "Eat the Document," a rarely screened film shot on Dylan's 1966 tour -- EMP was able to produce 25 minutes of concert footage for its main theater, plus four mini-documentaries for the exhibition itself.
"Everybody's gifted," says folk queen and onetime Dylan love interest Joan Baez, but "there are some people who crash through all the barriers with their gift, because it's a particular one, it's unique and it's enormous." Images of the Gifted One assembled by EMP include footage from the famed 1965 Newport Folk Festival, at which the newly electrified Dylan either was or was not roundly booed (it's hard to tell from the tape, and Dylanologists still debate the question). At one point, back in acoustic mode, he asked the crowd if anyone had an E harmonica. You can hear what sounds like a dozen thud onstage.
EMP worked hard to avoid hagiographic excess. "Dylan has come to represent the very historical moment that formed him," as Emmons's colleague Ann Powers put it in the show's introductory text, but the exhibition itself doesn't make the mistake of thinking he created that historical moment. There is fascinating contextual material on Hibbing, for example, including a wall made of the iron ore that was the town's reason for being; on the legendary songwriter Woody Guthrie, whom Dylan at first slavishly imitated; on key participants in the folk boom of the early 1960s; and on the civil rights and antiwar movements of that time.
All this context helps keep Dylan at human scale without in any way diminishing his accomplishments. But what really humanizes him for visitors, Emmons says, are the numerous highly personal artifacts scattered through the show.
Take the teacher's comments on young Bob's high school paper on John Steinbeck: "Your footnoting is wrong. . . . Look at the forms that I handed out to you. You use the phrase too frequently 'You can't help but like.' " Who couldn't identify with that?
Check out Dylan's battered paperback copy of Guthrie's "Bound for Glory," then look at the juxtaposed photographs of the two men: Each is holding a guitar and throwing his head back, with the only real difference being the angle of the twin cigarettes dangling from their lips. The younger man's pose says "adolescent hero worship" as clearly as if spelled out.
Then there are the two astonishing letters, one typed and one handwritten, tucked unobtrusively in the section highlighting the Dylan-Baez connection. The typed one is supposed to be a letter from Baez to her mother, but the familiar Dylan liner-notes style -- all lower case, with the "o" dropped from "to" -- gives away the game:
"i figured like t get t sleep you know," the fake Joan writes, "an well i got in t bed y'know and jesus i pulled back the blanket and who do you think was hiding under the quilt? yeah, him."
The letter goes on to narrate the amorous encounter that supposedly ensued: "you-know-who didn't waste any time let me tell yuh. he just threw me on the bed like some kind of caveman . . . mummy, i blew so hard in his ear, i thought his eyes would pop out." A smitten Baez sent it home with a cover letter explaining its origins:
"It's a little lewd. He giggled over it for an hour," she wrote. And: "He is beautiful to me."
You can't help but like a guy who can pull a stunt like that.
"Bob Dylan's American Journey" is a compact 3,000 square feet, but there's way more to it than can be crammed into a little newspaper story. We haven't even mentioned the annotated "Bringing It All Back Home" album cover, or the $10 Turkish tambourine that helped inspire the famous song (it belonged to well-known New York sideman Bruce Langhorne), or any number of other evocative Dylan artifacts and video moments.
But if the Smithsonian does the right thing, they'll be coming soon to a Mall near you.