Our neighbor, John Gerken, witnessed an early performance of folk-singing Bob Dylan near the University Campus. It was a free show in a well-known coffeehouse, but it wasn’t worth John’s time. He walked out soon after hearing the Iron Range guitarist take his position on the stool, strum a few chords and mumble some indecipherable lyrics in a nasal drone that was anything but musical.
John was outta there, a snap judgment he’s questioned for years, without remorse, more with amusement.
|John and Mary Gerken with yet another University icon.|
“Here I am at the end of a cul-de-sac with a bunch of geezers, and he’s won himself a Nobel Prize.”
Yes, John, as the prize-winning poet once observed:
"It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring."
"You know," neighborhood cynic Tom Story adds, "Forrest Gump was at a lot of historic events too."
Karl Tegland, who introduced live, electric-powered rock and roll to the Alexandria Junior High in 1958, sends along this amusing note:
Our local paper said it was a consolation prize, after Dylan got nowhere on "The Voice."