Judy Collins by Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in Music

Author:Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in Music [Music, Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Collins; Judy, Singers - United States, Entertainment & Performing Arts, General, Singers, Music, Folk & Traditional, Biography & Autobiography, Genres & Styles, Composers & Musicians
ISBN: 0307717348
Publisher: Crown Archetype
Published: 2011-10-01T05:00:00+00:00

I drank wine out of a silver cup, watched the fire, and listened. It was a truly mystical night of music and beauty.

Back in New York one weekend in October 1964, the journalist Al Aronowitz, who had become a friend after he wrote a piece about me for the New York Post in his column “The Beat Generation,” invited me to Woodstock. We were guests at Albert Grossman’s rambling old stone mansion. Aronowitz had recently introduced Dylan to the Beatles. He and Bob were friends, and Bob, Suze Rotolo, Albert Grossman, and his wife, Sally, were all there. We had a fine evening of laughter, food, and talk of music and art, and I remember going to bed exhausted and happy.

About three in the morning I was awakened by the sound of Dylan’s voice—which by then I knew well—drifting up the stone stairs outside my bedroom. I opened my door and, dressed in my best terry-cloth bathrobe, crept down the stairs to listen. I heard Dylan’s voice coming from a room at the bottom of the stairs, seducing and captivating as he sang, over and over, the lyrics and newly found melody to “Mr. Tambourine Man.”

The walls of Albert’s Woodstock retreat and the stairs on which I was perched to listen to Bob were weathered fieldstone. I sat in my robe, shivering a little from the cool air but mostly from the sweet sound of Bob’s voice, and those lyrics that struck my heart. In the morning over steaming cups of coffee, I thought about the song and about the genius who had written it. When he came down at noon, rubbing sleep from his eyes and running his hands through his rumpled hair, I told him that I wanted to sing the song I had heard on the stairs. Once back in New York, I would record it for my new album, Judy Collins Fifth Album.

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