May 24, 2011


Fresh Voice Rising in the Folk Wilderness (Leroy F. Aarons, August 18, 1963, Washington Post)

“Man, I don’t work my songs out. I burp ’em out.”

This is the way a skinny, untidy blond youth named Bob Dylan explains the talent that seems destined to make him a show business sensation.

Dylan, 22, has captured the imagination of a large following which is spreading the word about the Greenwich Village rebel who writes and sings songs of anguished protest.

He has been called both a great poet and a phony. Pete Seeger, the sage of the folk singing set, sees him as heir to the Woody Guthrie tradition of the 1930s. Others find his sloppiness, Midwestern drawl and flip noncomfomity all part of an image designed to win him profitable notoriety.

The answer to the riddle of Dylan probably lies somewhere in between. But anyone who has watched the reaction of a young audience (such as at last month’s Newport Folk Festival) to a Dylan performance, is aware that here is someone to be reckoned with.

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