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A Day with Bob Dylan(continued)Victor flashed a gratified smile, any greens. Victor smiled, shak-They asked a lot of questions ing his head. “Wow — we’ll just about the college, the Review, and get him that fish plate or what-girls. Victor was astonished to ever it is. No greens — wow.” The find the college was so small and food would be ready in half-an-that the girls were so far away, hour, so Banks and I left Dylan “Outside Cleveland?”, he com- and Victor in the room watchingmented, “man, that’s a far away Steve McQueen tackle some evil-to go for a chick.” Dylan nodded looking Mexicans. Dylan was nowsympathetically. completely absorbed in the pro-We talked a bit more then gram; Victor was trying to sleep.about Kenyon. They really have When we returned with the to wear ties and stuff to the con- food half-an-hour later, the tele-cert,” Dylan asked, “ties? Well, yision was stm on victor I m gonna tell them they can take Sprawled on his bed, while Dylanthem off. That s what I m gonna c]aSped and unclasped his hands do. Rules man, that s why I between his knees. The restaurantnever lasted long in college. Too had cooked a good meal but had many rules. He spoke quietly forgotten to include silverware.but with some animation, in an “Don’t make no difference,” Dylan unmistakeably mid-western ac- and victor said in chorus, “nocen*- difference,” so we ate everythingEntering Mt. Vernon, Dylan from home fried potatoes to saladasked if there was a liquor store with our fingers. Dylan poked around. “Nothin’ strong — wine around at his fried fish platter,or somethin’. Beaujoulais. Chain- but wolfed down the salad. “Greek ti’s good. Yeah, or Almaden or sa]ad in Mt. Vernon, Ohio,” heanything just so it’s red and dry. said. “Crazy,” wiped his fingers Banks stopped to get some 0n his azure dungarees, lit awine. Dylan was talking faster cigarette, and poured himself now, more excitedly, fingering some more of the Almaden wine.Thandhis sideburns and running his He was interested in the article wmhand nervously over the top of f Was planning to write about--his head. him. “There’s this one guy whoAs we came into Gambier, Dy- writes for the Post, The Saturday Sti lan pressed his face up against Evening Post, you know, named the car window. “Wow, great A1 Aronowitz. He was going to Le place for a school! Man, if I went do this story on me for a year here I’d be out in the woods all and a half but he couldn’t do it. day gettin’ drunk. Get me a He’s really a great guy. He knew chick,” (and here he again smiled it would be cut to shit by the ^his nervous smile), “settle down, Post and he wouldn’t get to say j^overaise some kids.” Banks drove the what he’d want to be sayin’, only wj^ pair around the campus and stop- what they wanted. And the guy Qn ^ ped at Rosse Hall where the con- really didn’t want me to come edjr cert was to be given to show them out like that, you dig? But we dtonthe audio facilities. Victor didn’t tried to write it anyway, youlike the amplifier system (“Man, know, together. I went up to his read it’s a phonograph”) and Dylan place one day and we sat down was worried about making his and began to write this story,B 3 Qentrance from the back of the about me meeting him in Central hall and walking all the way to Park and everything. But we had the stage in front. It was finally to stop, because the thing was decided that he would use the getting really weird, surrealistic, classrooms in the basement for a and the story never got written, dressing room and come in through The only other cat he won’t do a jn the fire exit in front, facing the story on is Paul Newman, because dem small College cemetery. “Strange he don’t want to ruin him by lette set-up,” he kept saying, “really gettin’ him all cut up.” Pu *strange set-up” He was pacing Whne ta]king he constantly ^UP ragH flexed his fingei*s and crossed and to reon a Chesterfield “Look, try and uncrQSSed his legs Mentioning ietteget as many people in here as you _ , .T , , ., Paul Newman got him on the thecan, O.K.? Let ’em sit on the. ... , , subject of acting. For me, you decilt;floor, just try and let everybody . .. , Morv: i n), ,r. . .. A . know, acting is like the Marx ancjin, O.K.?” Victor mentioned that ° ... , ,, Jf . Brothers, somethin you can t wouthey were both pretty hungry, so c , ,„ , , , , . . . . . learn. Like the Studio. In the strult;Banks suggested driving back into . , .. , , c •,Tr , f early days it was good, before it A1Mt. Vernon where Dylan would- , . , , , T, became a big fad, but I went n iUThl louS l““d ■»'noticed, BanKs, said, ne wouia An these pe0ple_actors—they’re thpprobably be taken for some crazy .. .. . tneH ^ * all themselves, really, tryin too _college student anyway, and the , , . xr ,.5 , ... hard to be someone else. You can tworst t at cou appen ^as ]earn to be someone else. It’s just someone trying to pick a fight. be jnside you ^ pm' . nght. man, Dylan said, tQ say?„shrugging his narrow shoulders,“I’m ready for ’em.” “Hey, Bob,” Victor interrupted,on Boar Boar as a*■v-.pm*
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Gambier Kenyon Collegian
Gambier, Ohio, US
Fri, Nov 20, 1964
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