As a point of personal privilege, before any more time goes by, I wanted to note that a week ago (Jan. 24th, 2011) was the 50th anniversary of Bob Dylan's arrival in New York City. According to his memoir, he came across country from Minneapolis in a '57 Impala (hitch-hiking, I think, though I'm not quite clear on that), across the George Washington Bridge and then immediately down to the Cafe Wha? in Greenwich village.
I was going to toss in, for what it's worth, that that was four days after John Kennedy was sworn in as president. But when I thought about it, it seemed too complicated to figure out what it was worth, so I won't.
For those not acquainted with the mythography, Dylan (then Bobby Zimmerman) was raised in Hibbing, Minnesota, in the so-called Iron Range, specifically the Mesabi Iron Range
. Went to Minneapolis for college but didn't go to classes and dropped out. And not too long after that to New York. As he put it in Chronicles: Volume One
: "I was there to find singers, the ones I'd heard on record -- Dave Van Ronk, Peggy Seeger, Ed McCurdy, Brownie McGhee and Sonny Terry, Josh White, The New Lost City Ramblers, Reverend Gary Davis and a bunch of others -- most of all to find Woody Guthrie. New York City, the city that would come to shape my destiny. Modern Gomorrah. I was at the initiation point of square one but in no sense a neophyte."