I went to a Dylan concert in Paris on 5/24/1966, right after he went electric. It was actually his birthday. I got to go backstage with my friend Roland (who was a news photographer) and meet him and shake his hand. I wished him happy birthday and he lit up. He was wearing a green and black houndstooth suit, very spiffy and unlike his usual garb.
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| Concert at l"Olympia in Paris on May 24, 1966 |
The first half of the show was acoustic, and the second half (after intermission) was , and half the people walked out or booed.
Ironically, about 5 years later, I lived around the block from him. I lived on Houston Street and he lived on McDougal Street in Greenwich Village.
I had all his albums. I had bought them in Paris, so the covers were all in French. I used to have a bunch of pictures taken by my friend, but I have lost them over the years.
During my classes at the American School of Paris, which was at the small chateau which had been the residence of Mme du Barry, mistress of King Louis XV, I would take Dylan songs and write new verses. My best one was "When The Ship Comes In", I wrote 12 new verses to that one. Then I would have my mother read them and see if she could tell which were his and which were mine. She couldn't.
And now HE's won the Nobel Prize for Literature. And who would ever have imagined that 50 years later I can listen to that actual concert on my laptop (my what?)