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On Dylan's 70th, Albany man pays tribute

ALBANY — Bob Dylan turns 70 (yes, 70!) on May 24, and Tom Holling is celebrating in the best way possible: with his music.

So if you’re in the mood for “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right,” “She Belongs to Me,” “To Ramona,” “Buckets of Rain,” and a clutch of other classics, played live in an intimate setting, Rhythm & Brews is the place to be.

But it’s more than a tribute to the troubadour’s five-decade repertoire. It’s a celebration of Holling’s own life, a memory of his teenage years in Clackamas with his friends, spinning Dylan records, parsing the great poet’s lyrics, teaching each other his songs on guitar. It’s a link to these relationships, bonds formed over shared interests and musical discoveries.

Holling is 60 now, familiar to music fans as a trumpet player (an instrument he’s played since the third grade) with the Albany Swing Band. But he still plays guitar, and he stays in touch with his childhood friends.

Back in March he visited with one, Craig Martin, at his home in Ashland. They got around to talking about Dylan, and Martin, a guitarist with the Roadmasters, mentioned that the artist’s birthday had become something of a town tradition, acknowledged annually with concerts since 1999, originally at Pioneer Hall, now at the Wild Goose Cafe & Bar (8 p.m. Monday, May 23, if you’re interested).

“The Dylan birthday celebration is pretty much the reason I moved here,” Ashland resident Steve Larson told the Daily Tidings’ Dawn Hatchard in 2009. “(He’s) the most important guy since Shakespeare.”

When Holling returned home to Albany, he got out his Dylan albums and revisited the master’s work. He discovered that the occasion is almost an international holiday, celebrated around the world. The Arches in Glasgow has booked a soiree. Barb Jungr will perform an evening of Dylan songs at the South Bank in London. Caffe Lena in Saratoga Springs, N.Y., where the young Dylan cut his teeth, is devoting an entire night to him. So, Holling thought, why not Albany, Oregon?

“I thought it was a great idea,” he said, “because a lot of his older songs have been my favorites through the years. And to play several in my hometown on his birthday is going to be fun for me.”

Last week Holling stopped by the Gazette-Times office, four Dylan sleeves in tow. He laid them out on a conference table: “Another Side of Bob Dylan” (1964), home to “All I Really Want to Do,” “My Back Pages” and “It Ain’t Me, Babe”; “Bringing It All Back Home” (1965), the half-electric/half-acoustic hybrid with “Subterranean Homesick Blues,” “Mr. Tambourine Man,” “It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)” and “Love Minus Zero/No Limit,” which the young Holling learned from Martin (“The guitar chords are pretty basic on a lot of these songs,” Holling said. “They’re not fancy songs, but I’ve always liked them.”); the magnificent “Nashville Skyline” (1969); and the devastating “Blood on the Tracks” (1975), recorded by Dylan during a period of personal turbulence.

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Sing it out
Boy you've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out
Girl you've got to be what tomorrow needs
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
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Sing about everyone that you left behind
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Sing it out
Girl before they kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to, make a choice if the music drowns you out
Raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
Cleaned-up, corporation progress
Dying in the process
Children that can talk about it
Living on the webways
People moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself the motivation
Generation nothing,
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a white dream
I am not the singer that you wanted, but a dancer
I refuse to answer, talk about the past, sir
Wrote it for the ones that want to get away.
Keep running
Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Singing out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world
You've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it for the world
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Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
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