The tentative schedule for our 2025 Duluth's Dylan Fest is taking shape, celebrating Duluth's Native Son the week of his 84th birthday. This annual event is held during the week of May 24th, Bob's birthday, a feast of local friends and the extended family of fans from abroad, paying homage to one of the most influential singer-songwriters of our time.
Whether you're a lifelong fan or a newcomer to Dylan's vast repertoire, Duluth Dylan Fest offers a unique opportunity to dive deeper into his music, explore the city where he was born, and experience the community that continues to celebrate his enduring legacy.
The activities are evolving. Here’s what you can look forward to in this year's current schedule of events:
Duluth Dylan Fest 2025
Duluth Dylan Fest will be held May 19-25, 2025. Please note times and locations are subject to change. Watch for updates for ticketed event links. The festival line-up includes:
Sunday, May 18, 2025
Hibbing Day – More details to come (Hibbing High School Tour and
Birthday Celebration on the lawn of Bob Dylan’s Boyhood Home.
Monday, May 19, 2025
Dylan Fest Acoustic Jam Session with host Leslie Black
Bring your voice and/or instrument and music stand.
Carmody Irish Pub
308 East Superior Street, Duluth
5:30-8:30 PM | Free
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Duluth Dylan Fest Dance Party with Cowboy Angel Blue
Mr. D’s Bar and Grill
5622 Grand Avenue, Duluth
7:00-10:00 PM | Free
Friday, May 23, 2025
Dylan Fest Singer-Songwriter Contest
Sacred Heart Music Center
2022 4th Street, Duluth
7:00-10:00 PM | Tickets TBD
Saturday, May 24, 2025
Bob Dylan Front Porch Birthday Party with live music
Bob Dylan’s childhood home
519 N. 3rd Ave. East, Duluth
11:00-12:30 PM | Free
John Bushey Memorial Lecture
Location TBD
1:30–3:00 PM | Free
Highway 61 Revisited Radio Show
The North 103.3 FM, Streaming online at 5:00-6:00 PM | Free
Over the years I've thought a lot about the power of music to lift our spirits and to comfort us.
I've been on a Tom Waits kick lately and planned to share this tune as my "Song of the Day" on Facebook. But when I read the comments people left in response to this song it seemed needful to share more than the song.
I remember reading an interview with Jim Morrison of The Doors in which he acknowledged that people don't read poetry any more. This is why he became a rock star, to share his poetry with a wider audience.
How many of us would know Bob Dylan if he had only published his lyrics (poetry) in literary journals like the Antioch Review, Tin House or the New England Review?
"Hold On" is a song by Tom Waits, featured on his 1999 album Mule Variations. I have been intending to share a couple Tom Waits songs here, but this one jumped to the head of the line when I read all the comments.
The song seems to be an ode to resilience or endurance, with Waits emphasizing the importance of holding onto something meaningful in life. It's both optimistic and reflective, capturing the essence of human struggle and hope. The song is like a hand reaching out to down-and-outers, though it also speaks to stressed out overachievers. Hold on. You'll get through.
Here are a few comments that show the power of this Tom Waits jewel:
>>>Tom. You saved my life 7 and a half years ago. My oldest daughter died and for 6 months I listened to you. It helped more than I can ever say. Thank you!
>>>Tom Waits is the reason I am still here. I only had 2 albums in 1998, one Richie Sambora, one Tom Waits. Both cost half my monthly income. I had no equipment to listen to these as I was homeless. Went to joint in old town, put the CD on and asked permission to wash my hair in that huge metal sink at the back. Then did the dishes for beer and some food. Survived the harsh winters.
>>>My husband Jim was in the hospital almost 2 months fighting Covid. Tom Waits accompanied me on my hour long car drives to see him every day. Praying to God I would not lose him, Tom helped me to hold on and gave me hope. I am forever grateful to this talented artist that helped give me the strength to keep going.
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I give credit to Amy Grillo for nudgng me to explore more of Tom Waits' music. (She didn't really nudge me. Rather, she spoke with such enthusiasm for his work that I felt impelled to become more acquainted with his catalog. Amy herself is an accomplished singer/songwriter/performer. She self-describes as a dreamer who lives in a little house in the woods.
Here's Amy's description of Tom.
Tom Waits is a perfect example of Life as Art. It oozes out of him. He transports. Transcends. So many lessons gleaned from his work. Saw him live a while back--dust rising from the floorboards, glitter tossed from his pockets. Songs that connect with a place inside that you maybe didn’t even know existed. “I’d buy me a used car lot and I wouldn’t sell any of them. I'd just drive a different car every day depending on how I feel”. Tom’s advice: “pay attention to what is happening outside of the frame.” This expansive awareness has been a trusted beacon in my own life and creative endeavors.
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The lyrics paint a picture of a journey, both literal and metaphorical, involving characters who leave small towns for bigger dreams, the complexities of love, and the passage of time.
Life is not easy. Between our external challenges and internal battles, however,--anxiety, fear, loneliness, misunderstandings--music can carry us through.
Here's Tom Waits:
HOLD ON
They hung a sign up in our town
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, "don't look back, just come on, Jim"
Oh, you got to hold on, hold on
You gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone's looking for someone to blame
When you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said, "baby, I still love you"
Sometimes there's nothin' left to do
Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on and take my hand
I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
Down by the Riverside motel
It's ten below and falling
By a ninety-nine cent store
She closed her eyes and started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Oh, your old hometown's so far away
But inside your head there's a record that's playing
A song called "Hold On", hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right there, you gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right there, you gotta hold on.
When our kids were growing up we home schooled for a several years. Susie did the yeoman's work. I created weekly quizzes, which kept me in the loop regarding our kids' progress. I also taught writing, which led to my writing a short book called Writing Exercises: How to Teach Writing and Prepare Your Favorite Students for College, Life and Everything Else. The book's real value stems from the approach that I developed and was encouraged to share.
It's a book for English teachers of all stripes, but especially homeschoolers, about how to teach writing. Here's one suggestion from the book: if you can figure out ways get you children and students to start writing, then you will have something to edit. If they enjoy the exercises they are more likely to produce copy (words on paper) that you can then use to praise while also correcting.
One assignment I gave my kids was for them to describe a room in our house, but from the point of view of being one inch tall. The whimsical Shel Silvertsein poem below might have been his solution to such an assignment.
One Inch Tall
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You'd swing upon a spider's thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb. You'd run from people's feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write-- 'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
I like pithy quotes. I sometimes use them open articles, blog posts or stories I'm writing. On a couple occasions I've invented even quotes that I attributed to others, who were also inventions of my imagination. (EdNote: Only when writing fiction would I do that.)
Pithy quotes, with their succinct wisdom, resonate with me. I find them to be like concentrated bursts of insight, encapsulating profound thoughts in just a few words. They dance across your mind the way flavors dance on your tongue. "Less is more," they say, and indeed, brevity can be the soul of wit.
Not everyone, however, shares this appreciation. Some dismiss these quick quips as oversimplifications and lacking depth, preferring the elaborate prose of longer narratives. They argue that complex ideas cannot be fully explored in a few words. Others, see the use of quotes as a shortcut for thinking.
For me, the charm of a pithy quote lies in its ability to spark curiosity and provoke thought, inviting further exploration into their meaning. In short, I like 'em.
Here are some quotes about quotes to start your week.
"Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit." – Oscar Wilde
"I always have a quotation for everything—it saves original thinking." – Dorothy L. Sayers
"A quote is just a tattoo on the tongue." – William F. DeVault
"The wisdom of the wise and the experience of the ages is preserved in quotations." – Benjamin Disraeli
"A good quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool." – Joseph Roux
"There is nothing so ridiculous but some philosopher has said it." – Cicero
"The next best thing to being clever is being able to quote someone who is."
—Mary Pettibone Poole
"Quotes are just fancy ways of stating the obvious." —Gerald Prunty
Though I've not yet completed my review of A Complete Unknown, this 2015 blog post says a lot about Dylan and 1965, the transition year featured in that self-same movie.
At a legendary press conference in San Francisco in 1965, Bob Dylan gave a bravura performance which was almost as entertaining as one of his concerts, fending off presumptuous and sometimes stupid questions with replies that were either baffling or surreal or contemptuous, or all three. Reporter: “If you were to sell out to 'commercial interests’, what would they be?” Dylan: “Ladies’ garments.” Reporter (a different one): “Do you think of yourself as a protest singer or a rock and roll singer?” Dylan: “I think of myself as a song-and-dance man.”
Who was that reporter who asked, "Do you think of yourself as a protest singer or a rock and roll singer?" I've been reading a pair of Dylan books simultaneously and can't seem to locate where I read that this was Ralph Gleason.
It's one of the most entertaining press conferences in history, and one many of us are familiar with because it was filmed in its entirety. (Where are my fact-checkers when I need them?)
1965 was an incredible year. Civil rights protests were expanding in the Deep South, an ever-expanding wave of U.S. troops landed in Viet Nam, and Bob Dylan recorded two remarkable albums unlike anything that had gone before.
This year marks the 50th anniversary of a boatload of major events that characterized that time of change. In mid-January, Dylan recorded Bringing It All Back Home which opens with it's raucous Subterranean Homesick Blues.
Johnny’s in the basement Mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he’s got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It’s somethin’ you did God knows when But you’re doin’ it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin’ for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap By the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten
When kids listened to this, their parents must have been scratching their heads.
Oct. 2, 1965 -- Newark, NJ (photo: Thom Cronin)
What's remarkable is how fast Dylan could lay down tracks on an album. I believe most of the songs on Another Side Of Bob Dylan were recorded in one take. That's astonishing. This article, The Most Revolutionary Year In Music, gives you a sense of how much command Dylan had over his medium at such an early age. He was not yet 23 at this point. (His birthday, which we still celebrate here in his hometown, is in May.)
The bootleg albums of Dylan performing live at various stages of his career are nearly all recorded in a single take, from "the Judas concert" to Isle of Wight. By way of contrast, I remember reading an article by someone (or interview with someone) who was tasked with producing the Live Doors album which proved a near impossible task. He said it took nearly a thousand concerts to make one concert album because of all the mistakes (and probably chaos.) He said they spliced together from four concerts just to make one song, and had to do the whole album piecemeal like that.
By mid-year Dylan fired yet another salvo into that exploding music scene: Highway 61 Revisited, which opens with that snare-shot wakeup call, Like A Rolling Stone. Don't kid yourself. He was changing the rules, and the earth was quaking.
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It's well-known that Rolling Stone magazine, co-founded by Ralph Gleason and Jann Wenner, lifted its name from this "shot heard 'round the world." Less well-known is the backstory.
Gleason was no newbie in the music scene. He was a seasoned veteran who had been covering the jazz scene longer than Jann Wenner was alive at the time. A grad of Columbia University in 1938 he spent the 1950's covering the cutting edge of San Francisco's jazz world, writing for the San Francisco Chronicle from 1950 till his passing in 1975, and writing for Down Beat from 1948-1961. He helped found the Monterey Jazz Festival, and was authoring books right up till the day he died. You can tell the kind of respect he garnered by a comment that he and Nat Hentoff were the only two jazz journalists Miles would talk to. Miles could, and sometimes did call Gleason at three in the morning. Hentoff, who wrote for the Village Voice, was centered in the New York/East Coast world whereas Gleason was anchored on the West Face of musicland.
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The press conference cited above took place in December of 1965. I would be more than a little surprised if we don't see a few articles this coming December on the 50th anniversary of that event. Just under two years later Wenner and Gleason kicked off their new venture, Rolling Stone magazine. Ralph Gleason its editor. Wenner was just a kid with a dream; Gleason was a 48 year old veteran who surprised a lot of his followers by embracing this new sound. He never stopped his support for jazz, but he saw something important in the music that was happening, and aimed to share that.
The December 14, 1967 edition of Rolling Stone carried part of of the Ralph Gleason piece on that interview, which rolled into an actual transcription of that event. Here's the intro:
When Bob Dylan's five concerts in the San Francisco Bay Area were scheduled in December 1965, the idea was proposed that he hold a press conference in the studios of KQED, the educational television station. Dylan accepted and flew out a day early to make it. He arrived early for the press conference accompanied by Robbie Robertson and several other members of his band, drank tea in the KQED office and insisted that he was ready to talk about "anything you want to talk about." His only request was that he be able to leave at 3 p.m. so that he could rehearse in the Berkeley Community Theater where he was to sing that night.
Though much of his music is serious to the core, Dylan was also a comic at heart. Fans know this comedic side of their hero and it's still present, as many noticed in his recent MusiCares speech a couple weeks ago.
Thanks to Gleason, and his magazine, you can find the speech in its entirety online. If nothing else check out the first half here. Dylan is hilarious. Somebody asks, "What poets do you dig?"
Dylan replies: Rimbaud, I guess; W. C. Fields; The family, you know, the trapeze family in the circus; Smokey Robinson; Allen Ginsberg; Charlie Rich – he's a good poet.
The trapeze family? W.C. Fields? Charlie Rich?
Meantime, life goes on... all around you. Keep on keepin' on, Mr Dylan.
The photo of Ralph Gleason appears to be a publicity still. It is believed that the use of this image of Ralph J Gleason may qualify as fair use under United States copyright law.
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