Monday, 19 April 2010

The last leg



Lake Superior




Will Duluth be a letdown after the helter-skelter of the Blues Road? The second stage is more of a quest to find why this ordinary kid from Northern Minnesota became one of the greatest artistic influences of the 2nd part of the 20th Century. He was born in Duluth, an important iron ore port on Lake Superior whose population consisted mainly of immigrant families from Europe. The Zimmerman’s were part of a substantial Jewish community. The family didn’t have a lot of money but he appears to have had a conventional and secure upbringing. Dylan left Duluth when he was 6 years old. As a result of catching polio which impacted on his health, Abram Zimmerman moved his family an hour northwest to Hibbing, where he opened a hardware store. The first home in which Dylan lived remains at 517/9 3rd Ave. East, overlooking Lake Superior in the Central Hillside area and the family lived on the 2nd floor.

One of the Duluth’s most dark and notorious incidents took place on June 15th 1920 when three black men were lynched in downtown area. Dylan’s father, who was only 9 years at the time, must have passed the story down to his son. The family lived a couple of blocks away from the lynching site at what is now a parking lot. A Duluth woman accused six traveling circus workers of assaulting her behind a circus tent. All 200 black men on the circus train were rounded up. Several were singled out. And out of those, Elmer Jackson, 19; Isaac McGhie, 20, and Elias Clayton, 19, were taken from a downtown jail by a white mob and dragged a block and a half. They were beaten, kicked, spat upon, choked and hung from a lamppost. Months after the lynching, another carnival worker was convicted of the crime, but he was released five years into a 30-year sentence. Three members of the mob were convicted of rioting. Each man served two years or less. The lynching was photographed and the lifeless bodies of the three men hung from a lamppost. A mob of white men looked away from the lamppost into the cowardly lure of the camera. The picture later appeared on postcards. The incident must have had a profound impact on this sensitive young man and his sense of injustice. These values appear regularly in his early songs (The Ballad for Emmett Till, Death of Poor Hattie Carrol etc..) and it is not coincidental that the incident forms the focus for his dramatic 11 minute finale to the very album describing his escape from his Northern Minnesotan origins, Highway 61 Revisited.

They're selling postcards of the hanging

they're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

the circus is in town....

And the riot squad they're restless

they need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight

From Desolation Row.



Are we there yet?





Bob's childhood home 517-9 3rd Avenue East, Duluth, Minnesota




With our gracious host Darlene Watson



Dont think twice its alright



Playing on Bob's porch


Lake Superior, the end of the trail. Next stop Canada


Wow Duluth is better than we ever expected. This is a great little town. Despite the recession, the shops are still functioning and there is a buzz about the place.

We immediately set out to find Bob’s childhood home on 3rd Avenue East. Its there, just as we imagined it, a little dilapidated and painted salmon pink. The house was bought a few years ago on an e-Bay auction by Jim Bagel from Hibbing. Jim occupies the upper flat (where the Zimmerman’s lived) when he is in town. The downstairs flat is occupied by a lovely lady called Darlene Watson who knows Bob and told us great anecdotes about Bob and his Duluth connections. We have been so lucky on this trip, wherever we have gone, we have had first hand accounts of our musical heroes and this was the case in Duluth. Darlene invited the boys to play on the porch. Can you imagine the honor of playing on his Bobness’s own porch. It just gets better all the time!

I asked Darlene why an ordinary young lad from Duluth should have become one of the most iconic songwriters/performers of the 20th century. She tells me that he was a loner and an eccentric at school but there was no sign of what was to come.

Duluth, sadly has done little to honor its most famous son. People look at you in a slightly whimsical way when you tell them that you are a Bob fan. They did inaugurate a Bob Dylan Way for his 65th birthday. The way takes you to another iconic place. The Armory is where the young Robert Zimmerman came to watch Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper. Two days later, they died in an aeroplane accident. Dylan stood feet away from Buddy Holly that night and when Buddy Holly looked at him, he decided that he wanted to be a musician.

What an amazing day. Off to Hibbing tomorrow. Can it get any better?



The famous Armoury, Duluth



Here at last



The Duluth Bob Dylan Way



Chilling out in the Duluth micro-brewery



Duluth at last


On his Bobness's porch!

Sunday, 18 April 2010

On The Road



The Greatest Road Book of all time!

I have started this posting with a picture of Jack Kerouac’s book, On The Road. I have read this book many times and still enjoy the excitement and energy that it creates. Kerouac wrote it in a frenzy of writing, on a single scroll of paper and it is his mode of writing that keeps you on the edge of your car seat. Bob Dylan and three friends followed Kerouac’s journey back in the 60s. One of the group had a tambourine and it was on this trip that he wrote “Mr Tambourine Man”. I have no pretentions that our trip is as epic but you do get that feeling of an immense country unfolding in front of you. I just wonder whether the central characters Dean Moriarty and Kerouac got as tired as we have become from just driving. Tim is thinking of writing a song called “Mr Miller Light Man” in recognition of our journey.



Warm up act at the House of Blues

Last night was our final night in Chicago and we were keen to hear some authentic Chicago sound. We had been warned off the “House of Blues” because it was too commercial. All I can say is that the band (sorry but another name that we failed to get) was great and we were pleased to leave the city with the excellent music ringing in our ears.



The House of Blues Band



Chicago night-scape



Last night in Chicago

Tim and I returned to the Institute of Art this morning to look around the modern collection. We walked through the city bathed in bright spring sunshine. Chicagoans are really lucky to have such an extensive collection on their doorstep. I have highlighted 2 personal favourites by Mark Rothko and Jackson Pollock. Tim asked me to put Picasso’s Guitarist (from his Blue period) and Hugh has asked me to highlight the Rembrandt portrait that he saw yesterday.


Intricate ironwork on side of building



Walking beside The Loop in Chicago


Face fountain, Millennium Park



Millenium park sculpture


Mark Rothko (Marcus Rothkowitz)
American, born Russia (Latvia), 1903–1970



Jackson Pollock
American, 1912-1956
The Key, 1946
I love the colour in this picture


Pablo Picasso
Spanish, worked in France, 1881–1973
The Old Guitarist, late 1903–early 1904


Rembrandt Harmensz. van Rijn
Dutch, 1606–1669

We wanted to visit one last gravesite our way out of the city. Chester Burnett, more often known as Howlin’ Wolf learnt his Blues directly from Charley Patton and other Delta Bluesmen. Sam Philips, at Sun Records described him as one of is greatest finds. He eventually moved from Memphis to Chicago, recording for Chess Records. A critic at the time wrote “no one could match [Howlin' Wolf] for the singular ability to rock the house down to the foundation while simultaneously scaring its patrons out of its wits” I have heard him described as a prominent harmonica player, a proficient guitarist and an immense stage presence. We eventually found the cemetery but there was no one to help guide us to his grave. It was like looking for a needle in the proverbial haystack. I asked at a very lavish funeral home across the road. The lady was very nice but didn’t have a clue who this Howlin’ Wolf was. She did offer to tell me how to find Al Capone’s however. I did find it very sad that everyone knows where Elvis is buried but someone working across the road and directly involved with the graveyard, didn’t know the name of one of Chicago’s greatest Blues Legends. I have copied in a picture of the grave from the internet.



Oak Ridge Cemetery. Chester Burnett is buried here somewhere!


The great Howlin' Wolf


The grave that we were unable to find: "Howlin' Wolf" aka Chester Burnett


We are now following our trail on to Duluth, and Dylan’s birthplace. The flat fertile Wisconsin farmland is beginning to change with increasing numbers of coniferous trees and more wetlands. We are staying in a motel half way in the small town of Tomah. I am exhausted and must go to bed. I have swapped the blues for the sound of 2 guys snoring heavily. Good Night.


Tomorrow's quest. Bob Dylan, Duluth days


The House of Blues, Chicago

Saturday, 17 April 2010

Maxwell Street first stop




Maxwell Street, Early 20th Century



American Gothic by Grant Wood (1930). Iconic American painting


“You have got to go to Buddy Guy’s Legends Blues Club when you get to Chicago” This is what everyone told us on our journey. It appears that Buddy Guy’s is the equivalent of BB Kings in Memphis. We are getting used to Blues Clubs by now and Buddy Guy’s was not a lot different. It had the usual collection of signed guitars and photographs but it was great to be there. I suppose that in many ways it was the end of the first part of our journey. We had followed the black musicians out of the delta on the great migration and into Chicago. Buddy Guy is one of the great exponents of the Electric Chicago Sound with the urbanisation and electrification of the country delta blues. He has been a role model for some of the greatest rock musicians such as Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Eric Clapton and many more. He was born in Louisiana and came under the spell of the great Muddy Waters when he moved to Chicago. One of the first Blues albums that I bought was by Buddy Guy.

The club’s programme runs every night until 2.00pm and it attracts many of the great names in Blues. Top of last night’s bill was the famous Sonny Rhodes with Sharon Lewis and the Texas Heat as a supporting act.

Sharon Lewis and her band were buzzing. Sharon had a great voice and stage presence. The combination of an excellent drummer and bass player produced an electrifying rhythm section. Take a look at the video (They stop all attempts to video the sessions, so this is all I got)

We were disappointed by Sonny Rhodes. Known as the king of the lap steel guitar, he has an international reputation but he did not look very well last night and was very unsteady on his feet. The Blues was sadly monotonous and unexciting. Still, it was a great night.

Special regards to the Teakle family that we met. Simon and Juliet were originally from the UK but now live in Connecticut.



Warming up at Buddy Guy's


Simon and Juliette Teakle with Lulu and Daisy



Blues' alternative to Mount Rushmore


Sharon Lewis and Texas Heat


Great Bass Player (Tony Dale)


The Sonny Rhodes Band


Sonny Rhodes on Lap Steel Guitar

I have always wanted to visit the Chicago Institute of Art, which is known as one of the great collections of the world. The Impressionist, Post Impressionist and American sections are extraordinary. It’s a very impressive collection of Monet’s paintings, probably one the best that I have seen. The pre -900 European section is good but limited. I walked around the collection but felt that I need to come back here with Jacqui in order to examine it in greater detail. I was particularly taken by a wonderful portrait by Goya, a portrait of his elder sister by Gainsborough, a portrait of St Peter by Ribera and a sculpture of Balzac by Rodin.

The gallery has a special exhibition of work by Matisse between 1913 and 1917. This was an important and critical time in the development of his style and methods of working. Well worth visiting.

We walked around the Millennium gardens next to the Institute. This was typical of the fine attention pain in Chicago to architecture and civic design. This is a great city.




Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes
Spanish, 1746-1828


Gainsborough, Thomas
British, 1727-1788



Paul Gauguin
French, 1848-1903


Gustave Caillebotte
French, 1848-1894



Auguste Rodin
French, 1840-1917
Portrait of Balzac, modeled 1893
(cast 1926/33)



Matisse, Henri. Bathers with a Turtle. 1908.
The Saint Louis Art Museum, St. Louis.


Henri Matisse, Bather, 1909.
Museum Modern Art New York


Henri Matisse, Reclining Nude


Jay Pritzker Pavilion, Millenium Park.

Millenium Park, Chicago



Millenium Park, Chicago (Spitting Image)


The Start of another Road Trip. Who is for Route 66?

I walked 3-4 miles this afternoon to visit Maxwell Street. I just wanted to see this important street, which was for many musicians (moving to Chicago), their first experience of the city. Maxwell St is close to Illinois Central rail station and is mentioned often in the lyrics of blues numbers. Many would play their first music, busking for a living in this famous commercial street. It is now part of the University of Illinois Chicago University and appears totally soulless.




Maxwell St, Chicago



Maxwell Street has lost it's Soul!

The first part of our journey is over. We leave for Northern Minnesota tomorrow to follow in the trail of his “Bobness”, Bob Dylan. Why are we doing this, when we have exciting Chicago at our feet? I am a Dylan fan but he also puts the last piece in the puzzle. Take yourself forwards to 1965 in the Newport Blues and Jazz Festival. Dylan astounded all present by coming on stage with an electric band. Nothing was ever the same after and I believe that this was the final link in what made the rock music that we know today.




Bob Dylan, Newport 1965. The moment that changed popular music


Texas Heat (Bass Player Tony Dale)


This one's for Milly from Opa