March 17, 2017

Let's all go to Hibbing and paint Bob Dylan murals.

Here's how to apply. Criteria include the "capacity to capture the spirit of Bob Dylan’s work."

If it's too much trouble to actually apply for permission and to apply the paint to the wall, please just talk about your concept here. Obviously, it would be too boring to say you're going to copy some photograph of Bob Dylan. I'd try to paint....
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough...
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze...
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule...
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
And after all these years, I still think it's a wallflower frieze.


Laslo Spatula said...

I'mm surprised Althouse didn't reference this:

"Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody / When I paint my masterpiece"

Surprised, I tell you.

I am Laslo.

surfed said...

And when Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
’neath her Panamanian moon
An’ I say, “Aw come on now
You know you knew about my debutante”
An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need but I know what you want

ndspinelli said...

I worked for Angelo Fraboni. He moved to Madison from Hibbing and opened a restaurant and 2 deli's. Angelo knew "Bobby Zimmerman." He said the Zimmerman's were a wonderful, generous, family. Folks who couldn't afford TV's would go to the Zimmerman's Appliance store and watch big events like the World Series, NASA launches, etc. The Zimmerman's were always gracious. Bobby was "kinda odd."

madAsHell said...

What could go wrong?

It'll turn into a section 8 rental.

Left Bank of the Charles said...

My entry: Bob Dylan's dog playing poker with Velvet Elvis on the side of the Trump Tower.

Mike Sylwester said...

Ann, less than a year from now you will be embarrassed that you did not write one post critical of Bob Dylan while he was being awarded the Nobel Prize in 2016.

Patrick said...

Minnesota needs to let Bob Dylan go. He's just not into them. It gets more pathetic every time

Ann Althouse said...

"I'mm surprised Althouse didn't reference this...."

I don't know how people can handle all the surprise that's coming from this blog.

Are you saying your proposal for a Hibbing mural would be a painting of Bob Dylan painting one of those Bob Dylan paintings?

I'd have Bob Dylan in his Bob Dylan mask painting a painting of Bob Dylan in his Bob Dylan mask painting Bob Dylan in his Bob Dylan mask (ad infinitum).

Reference quote: "It’s just Halloween. I’ve got my Bob Dylan mask on. I’m masquerading."

Ann Althouse said...

"Minnesota needs to let Bob Dylan go. He's just not into them. It gets more pathetic every time...."

Especially since they have Prince. Prince kept the Minnesota faith to the end.

Bob almost from the beginning turned it into the vague "north country" and "the country I come from they call the Midwest."

tcrosse said...

Let's all go to Hibbing
You first.

Ron said...

Let's go to Liverpool instead and Beatle our lives away....

Clark said...

My dad was from Hibbing. When he spoke of Dylan it was always "little Bobbie Zimmerman."

HoodlumDoodlum said...

Tom Petty: Wildflowers

(A solid album, by the way. Probably available on Amazon.)

Amexpat said...

When I heard "wallflower" in VOJ, I thought of shy girl freezing up. Dylan wrote a whole song about that type of wallflower. Perhaps his son named his group after the song?

Wallflower, wallflower
Won't you dance with me?
I'm sad and lonely too.
Wallflower, wallflower
Won't you dance with me?
I'm fallin' in love with you.

Amexpat said...

I think any verse from Desolation Row would provide lots of inspiration for a grand mural.

Laslo Spatula said...

My concept of the mural:

Iconic American paintings redone with Dylan characters replacing the painting's subjects.

Andrew Wyeth's "Christina's World", with the woman now being the wearer of the infamous brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat.

Grant Wood's "American Gothic" with the couple being two characters from "Desolation Row."

A Norman Rockwell-stle painting of someone on the chrome horse with their diplomat (who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat).

You get the idea.

I am Laslo.

Unknown said...

I went back to see the gypsy
It was nearly early dawn
The gypsy's door was open wide
But the gypsy was gone
And that pretty dancing girl
She could not be found
So I watched that sun come rising
From that little Minnesota town

If you watch the Scorsese documentary, you might expect to see a cosmopolitan poet. What you see instead is a small-town Minnesota hick. (He talks exactly like a lot of my blue-collar employees.) Postulating that it's not schtick--a phony pretending to unsophistication--that's part of the genius of the man, not being culturally globalized by his experiences, and remaining himself.

Danno said...

Meade, If you go to Hibbing, the Mesabi bike trail goes right through the north end of town. It is the longest continuous bike trail in Minnesota. Bring your bikes.

Warren Fahy said...

My mom's family lived in Hibbing. My second-cousin Echo Helstrom was Dylan's girlfriend.

Mary said...

What a fun project, I'd go with:
"Sara, oh Sara
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Sara, Sara
You must forgive me my unworthiness

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore
You always responded when I needed your help
You gimme a map and a key to your door

Sara, oh Sara
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Sara, oh Sara
Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go"

richardsson said...

Hibbing has a special but different place in my heart. My Grandfather and three of his brothers were working as dynamite setters on the Swedish Railroads in 1902. A man greeted them after work and asked in Swedish roughly translated, "Hello, I represent the Hull Rust Mining Company of Hibbing, Minnesota. How would you like to come to America?" That was music to my Grandfather's ears and he convinced his brothers to come with him. He married his fourteen year old girlfriend (my Grandmother), and they endured the steamship trip from hell and somehow got to Hibbing, Minnesota. Eventually, all but one of the brothers homesteaded forest land north of Hibbing. My Grandmother was still angry at him sixty years later for giving up his good job in Hibbing and trying to farm on worthless land.