Success is illusive, fragile, hard to pin down, describe or quantify.
Bob Dylan said, ‘A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.’
The hard part is knowing exactly what you want to do and whether or not it’s legal, tolerated and not going to be a bother to anyone else. Success is a cloudy vision at the top of a steep hill and you have to make up your mind if you’ve got the energy and inclination to climb it.
In Love Minus Zero/No Limit, Dylan wrote the enigmatic line: ‘She knows there’s no success like failure and that failure’s no success at all.’ The song is from the studio album Bringing It All Back Home, released in January 1965 when Bob was twenty-three and already knew a lot about success.
By telling us that the woman depicted in the song knows there is no success like failure, he endows failure with a certain cool, a mystique, a paradox. We fail if we have not learned the lesson or ‘done what we wanted to do.’ The act of trying is in itself a form of success.
Then again, success and failure are subjective. When the prisoner in Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s novel One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich gets two potatoes on his plate instead of one, he has had a very successful day. Playwright Samuel Beckett wrote the dictum:
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter.
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
New start-ups in digital technology have taken this as an inspiration to tighten the spider’s web in which we and the world are caught.
Success from Failure
Alexander Fleming failed to make a healthy sandwich in his lab in 1928. From the green mould Pennicilium notatum that grew on his plate, he developed the successful antibiotic penicillin. Mark Zuckerberg failed in his campaign to meet more girls through his social media platform at Harvard and successfully launched Facebook. Christopher Columbus failed to find a new route to the treasures of the Orient and discovered America.
Dylan knew at an early age that he would have to ‘Know my song well before I start singing,’ a line from his 1962 A Hard Rain’s a Gonna Fall, the apocalyptic, post-nuclear nightmare where he visualises ‘a new-born baby with wild wolves all around it and a highway of diamonds with nobody on it.’
Bobby Zimmerman grew up in the bleak, iron-ore town of Hibbing, Minnesota. At fourteen, he discovered the radio stations that came online through the night from Nashville and New Orleans playing jazz, blues, folk and country music. His dad, Abe, had encouraged him to learn piano and violin. With his first guitar, Bobby found he only had to hear a song twice and he could pick out the chords and remember the words.
He formed his first band, the Golden Chords, at Hibbing High School, and earned five bucks at his first playing gig at the Duluth Armory Music Center in 1958. The following year, on 31 January, Bob saw Buddy Holly perform with the Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens. All three died in a plane crash two nights later.
Buddy Holly was ‘a lasting musical role model for Dylan,’ according to Robert Shelton, Dylan’s biographer. Holly had recorded three albums and defined the traditional rock band line-up, two guitars, drums and bass. Most important, he wrote his own songs. Holly’s death at age twenty-two was a reminder that, for anyone who sets out on the road to success, there is no time to waste.
Dylan registered at Minnesota University, but spent his days in the library, not the lecture hall. He read On the Road by Jack Kerouac, the poetry of Rimbaud and Allen Ginsberg, the novels of Jules Verne, H.G. Wells, Tolstoy and, the bible for military strategists, On War by Carl von Clausewitz.
This Machine Kills Fascists
When he came across Bound for Glory, the book changed Bob Dylan’s life. Woody Guthrie’s memoir of riding freight trains and travelling with the dust bowl migrants fleeing to California painted the portrait of a hobo poet making wrongs right with the power of his words and music.
Woody’s guitar carried the legend: ‘This Machine Kills Fascists.’ His concerts supported worker’s rights, fair pay and trade unions. Woody’s most famous ballad was This Land is Your Land, a song of praise to the United States with its promise that:
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
In response to Guthrie’s anthem, Bob wrote Song to Woody, a lyric that lacks Woody’s bright optimism and lays the foundations of his own vision. He does not see a land made for you and me, the people, he sees a land that:
Seems sick and it’s hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn
It looks like it’s a-dyin’ and it’s hardly been born
With the song in his head and the stage name Bob Dylan – like an old suit, he left Zimmerman behind by court order on his twenty-first birthday – Bob, now nineteen, hitched rides with a guitar on his back to visit Woody at Greystone Park Hospital in New Jersey. Guthrie suffered from Huntingdon’s disease, from which he died in 1967.
Bob in the hospital played Song to Woody – his first serious piece of writing. Woody liked it so much, Bob began a continuous benefit gig, going back day after day to play the entire Guthrie repertoire. Mrs Guthrie put Bob up on the couch and after supper he’d teach Woody’s eleven year old son Arlo a few licks on the old Gibson LG-2 his father had given him.
Guthrie was esteemed by folk singers everywhere. Every day someone would drop into the hospital, the performers Pete Seeger, Dave Van Ronk, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott and Peter, Paul and Mary. They jammed with the kid from Minnesota before the chance audience of movers and managers, Harold Leventhal, Frank Werber, Fred Weintraub and Albert Grossman.
When Dylan moved to New York, he already knew everyone you needed to know to get gigs and earn a few bucks. In the following twelve months, he honed his craft and sang his own songs in the smoke-filled basements and coffee houses of Greenwich Village: Gedes Folk City, the Gaslight Café, the White Horse Tavern, Café Wha?
In March 1962, Columbia Records released the simply titled album Bob Dylan and Albert Grossman was signed on as Bob’s manager. A year later when Martin Luther King Jnr gave his ‘I Have a Dream’ speech in Washington, Bob played for the many thousands present Only a Pawn in Their Game, When the Ship Comes In and Keep Your Eyes the Prize. Peter Paul and Mary played Bob’s anthem Blowin’ in the Wind. They had made it a No 1 Billboard hit. Bob Dylan was twenty-two, the same age as Buddy Holly when he died.
Dylan’s decision to go see Woody Guthrie was a journey along his own highway of diamonds. According to Seneca, the Stoic philosopher who lived at the time of Christ: Success comes when preparation meets opportunity. According to Bob Dylan, success comes if every day you do what you want to do and you know your song song well before you start singing.
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Reading this, I think about all the Bob Dylans throughout the history of humankind who played their music in times before recording could save their message of their music for posterity. Minstrels gathered under an oak tree in the times of the Vikings, a muse-ician entertaining a Pharoh, then going out into the streets to play for the people and for the love of playing. Even Nero. We know he was a musician, but know nothing of his music other than the patrician class despised him for performing. Bob Dylan, Muddy Waters, Robert JJohnson are the foundation of Blues today. But they (and we) owe it all to countless and nameless Griots in Africa who felt the I, IV, V progression in their souls, reached inside themselves, and brought the instinctual song of humankind into our world.
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During a command performance before Pope John Paul in 1997, Bob Dylan sang three songs: “Knockin on Heaven’s Door”, “A Hard Rain’s A–Gonna Fall”, and “Forever Young.” Speaking to the press backstage, the Vatican’s Cardinal Ratzinger denounced Bob Dylan as, “The wrong kind of prophet.”
Could the up and coming cardinal have been infallible in his assessment of Bob Dylan as a prophet? Cardinal Ratzinger went on to succeed Pope John Paul, anointed Pope Benedict XVI in 2005. As Pope, he wrote of the incident, “Later, I was, and in a certain sense I still am, –– to doubt if it was really right to let these types of prophets intervene.”
Exactly in what ways Bob Dylan’s prophecies have intervened, Pope Benedict XVI has yet to reveal. However, the implications of the leader of the Catholic Church’s formal ordainment of a state of prophet hood upon a converted Jew, born Robert Zimmerman, far outweighs the almost obligatory condemnation of the messages of his music as false. After all, what is prophecy, if not blowing in the wind?
Thanks for the article, Clifford. It’s an interesting exposition on “Success”. According to Version I of Dhammapada, “all that we are is the result of what we have thought.” Angst, Success, Failure, etc. are illusory. Some of us are lucky to taste phases of “Success”; some of us, due to our hierarchy of needs, may never have an opportunity to envision it.
Thanks to the ancient Greeks, the whole of humanity, now more than ever, is afflicted with the Ideal. Plato called it “Form.” We can always strive closer to the “Form”; we cannot ever get to the actual reality. Our “progress”, arts, culture, and even technology (my domain) is this striving, nagging us toward some perfect success. In simpler time, our ancestors compared themselves with tribe in the cave. Now we compare ourselves to 7 or 8 billions friends in our whole connected world. A tall order!
As you mentioned from Dylan, “if he gets up in the morning, gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.” This is the best a man could ask.
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Excellent article, inspirational, and everlasting words and music by Bob Dylan…he transcend!
Thank You Clifford.
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Great article and thanks for your fine writing .
Music fan, Canada
Great story Cliff. In those days my brother was in a band. They went to play for the troops there, all very hush hush, however it was the first time they’d ever played with an armed guard at the back of the hall!
I enjoyed your article very much. Bob Dylan has been a transformative performer. His writing uplifts and transforms. Thank you, Clifford.
Shelter from the storm classic song this is a great article because the hardest part is deciding which path to take and failure is success don’t give up no matter what easier said than done.
I think therefore I am . . . going to know my song well before I start singing. And know my mind well before I start minding.