Back at the old forum, we started a thread about the Bob Boilen book "Your Song Changed My Life". Folks were supposed to read the book, which had essays from various musicians about the song that impacted them the most, and then write their own essays featuring a song of their choosing. Only a few of us that started off in that thread ended up writing their own essays. I figured since mine was on Dylan, this would be the place to share it. It's very long, so, feel free to jump on past this one if a wall of words isn't your thing.
My life has been filled with various musical phases. I realized very early on in life that music was something I really liked. I was fascinated by my parents’ turntable, and their record and 8-Track tape collections. I would hole up in my room as a little kid listening to Disney records on my child friendly record player. I was also lucky enough to grow up in an era in this country when there were still music classes in public schools. I don’t really play any instruments, but those were always some of my favorite classes, and my memories of those sessions are far stronger than my memories tied to the more traditional curriculum of that time.
My high school years aren’t a time I necessarily look back fondly on. The neighborhood in Houston I lived in was declining. There was more gang activity, and things could get rather kind of scary at times. Beginning with my junior year, I often spent my lunch period up in the library rather than the cafeteria. The one thing I had going for me was that I was a really good student. I found my way into the AP English courses at some point because I tended to do well with writing exercises. It was the one thing that always came pretty naturally for me.
The AP English teacher that junior year of high school was Mr. Kralosky. Mr. Kralosky was a stocky, muscular, intimidating guy who almost never smiled. His wife had taught me Social Studies a few years earlier in middle school. She was a really lovely lady, but, in contrast, students would try and transfer out of her husband’s class because he was so tough. I don’t know what it was, but for some reason, he and I actually got along quite well right off the bat.
At some point, we had an assignment that covered non-conformists throughout history. This was one of our big assignments for the year. We were given a multi-paged single spaced document with various names on it that were considered non-conformists. Writers. Painters. Actors. Musicians. Politicians. It was a very comprehensive list. We had to pick a name on the list, research them and then deliver a speech to the class discussing how they tied back to being a non-conformist. I scanned the list, and signed up to do my speech on Bob Dylan. I had heard of Dylan, and even heard some of his songs here and there, but given my musical journey to this point, I hadn’t REALLY listened to his stuff. I did my basic research, but I felt the only way I would really be able to talk about the guy was to buy his “Greatest Hits” CD. So I did just that. And I liked it well enough, but it didn’t set my world on fire or anything. I recognized one or two of the songs, and after sort of aligning certain songs with the research I had done, I felt I had a pretty solid speech prepared. The speech went well. I was able to field a few questions at the end, and I got a good grade. I thought that was pretty much that.
Shortly after that assignment, the first of the now ongoing “Bootleg Series” sets was released. I saw it in the store several times, and just passed by. Something about that assignment was still lingering with me though. I was working part time by this point, and I had a little extra money, so I just decided to buy that box set to see if all the glowing reviews I was reading were true. There was something about that cover photo for the box that hooked me too. Prime-era Dylan, at the mic, in his shades…it was a very cool image to me.
I listened to the three discs in that box set exclusively for months. Much of this material was vastly different than what I had heard on the “Greatest Hits” CD, in terms of style and tone. The entire first disc was pretty much folk tune outtakes that weren’t ever included on his actual albums. In retrospect, it was kind of a strange starting point to get into an iconic artist like Dylan, but it was the thing that started it all for me. Again, you have to remember that, up to this point, I’m listening to mostly New Wave, “College Rock” and FM radio hits. To suddenly dive head first into a collection of unreleased tunes, from an artist I wasn’t terribly familiar with outside of a school project, was a pretty big change in direction. But it was so pivotal.
That whole box set changed my life, and I could pick any number of songs that fit that description. If I had to pick just one, I would go with ‘Farewell Angelina’. This was an outtake from Dylan’s “Bringing It All Back Home” album, which would become one of my favorites out of his vast catalogue. It was an album that ultimately saw Dylan straddling the line between folk artist and rock artist. His previous album, “Another Side Of Bob Dylan” had seen a noticeable shift in lyrical content from what had come before. The songs became less structured…more abstract and dreamlike lyrically, but, on that album, Dylan remained a folk artist. That new adventurousness was refined on “Bringing It All Back Home”, with songs like ‘Mr. Tambourine Man’ transporting the listener to a totally new place than they had ever been before. This was a different kind of pop song, one that may not have made total sense on the surface, but which made the listener feel…something new and exciting.
‘Farewell Angelina’ is a song that was quickly snatched up by Joan Baez, and, according to the liner notes from the box set, it wasn’t known for many years that Dylan had even attempted to record the tune himself. Reading that tidbit lent the track a mysterious quality to me right off the bat. Listening to the song for the first time, I remember quickly noticing that there was no chorus in the song. Just verse after verse filled with wild and colorful characters and images. There had been a few tracks on “Greatest Hits” that shared this characteristic, but those had not hit me as squarely as ‘Farewell Angelina’. The words seemed very stream of conscious to me, but the lines in those verses flowed together so beautifully. It was unlike anything I had ever heard before, and it really tore down all boundaries of what I thought a song should and could sound like. When people were first describing to a young me what songs were, they would often say that it was poetry set to music. This song was the closest physical account I had ever come across up to that point of fitting that description. And musically, it was so simple. It was just Dylan, an acoustic guitar and a harmonica. But this was so far removed from the early folk stuff collected on the first disc of that box set. This wasn’t a protest song, or a talking blues number. This felt more like collage art.
Dylan isn’t known for having a traditionally beautiful voice, but I absolutely loved his vocal on the track. He sounded so weary as he slowly delivered these fantastic lines. There are so many great individual turns of phrase in the song, but my favorite verse is the following:
The jacks and the queens
They forsake the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guard
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell Angelina
The sky is folding
I’ll see you after awhile
I loved the imagery with the players from the deck of cards, and when he slipped in the poker terms “folding” and “see” in the final two lines, I was just floored. It was so clever, and so different from anything else I had ever heard up to that point in my life. I wanted to hear more songs like this one. I wanted to have my mind blown in the same way that song had blown my mind. And in that moment, I became a Bob Dylan fan for life…like so many people before me, and so many since then. His songs didn’t just entertain me. They also educated me. I learned so much about vocabulary, history, spirituality and boundary breaking from listening to those songs. I had a similar reaction to ‘Farewell Angelina’ that I had when I first learned that poems didn’t have to have a traditional rhyming pattern. Essentially, all bets were off. My own writing was also impacted. Outside of papers where grammar and punctuation were evaluated, I began playing around with sentence structure and phrasing, so that my writing became more conversational. I began to write the way I wished I could talk, and that began after listening to songs like ‘Farewell Angelina’.
There was also an attitude from much of his work that made me feel stronger when I listened to it. A bit of defiance here, and some self-reliance there, which was something I really needed at that time in my life. Over the years, Dylan’s songs have saved me over and over again. I can always return to them, and it is like putting on a pair of comfortable shoes. They’ve made me laugh when I’ve needed a laugh. They’ve pulled me out of a funk when I’ve gotten myself into a funk. They’ve pushed the reset button in my brain when I’ve gotten out of sorts.
I just can’t imagine how life would have gone had Mr. Kralosky not given us that assignment in English class. It may have taken me many more years to cross paths with Dylan’s work, and even then, things may not have clicked in the same manner in which they did. I may have found a different entry point, and not had that revelatory moment that I had when listening to ‘Farewell Angelina’ for the first time. I’m forever thankful that it played out the way it did.