Bob Dylan Plugs In; Folkies Howl in Disgust for “Maggie’s Farm” – 45th Anniversary Edition

July 25, 2010 marks the 45th Anniversary of Bob Dylan double-crossing the folkies, ‘plugging in’ and going electric at the Newport Folk Festival in Rhode Island. It was Dylan's third year at the festival. Expecting to put together a traditional acoustic set, Dylan changed course the night before, swiftly putting together a band and rehearsing all night at a Newport manor; learning three songs: “Maggie’s Farm,” “Phantom Engineer” and “Like A Rolling Stone.”

"We want Dylan. We want Dylan."

It was bound to happen: Dylan dropping the Troubadour bit and arming himself with a sunburst Fender Stratocaster to begin his electric pilgrimage. After Cousin Emmy’s set, Dylan debuted a sound that would change the landscape of music. Peter Yarrow, sans Paul and Mary introduced the Dylan and his newly minted ensemble: "Ladies and gentlemen, the person that's going to come up now has a limited amount of time ... His name is Bob Dylan." An instant after the introduction the band roared into Bringing It All Back Home cut, “Maggie’s Farm” - unleashing a strict diet of booming electric reign while the congregation unchained a molotov cocktail of boos, jeers and caterwalls – along the lines of: “Play folk music! ... Sell out! ... This is a folk festival!” Mike Bloomfield, Sam Lay, Jerome Arnold, Al Kooper, and Barry Goldberg were the pushers of the rhythm as Dylan sneered: “No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more /
Well, he puts his cigar / Out in your face just for kicks / His bedroom window / It is made out of bricks / The National Guard stands around his door / Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.”

“Maggie’s Farm”
Written by: Bob Dylan

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, when she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

“Get that distortion out of his voice ... It's terrible. If I had an axe, I'd chop the microphone cable right now.”
- Pete Seeger

"That first note of 'Maggie's Farm' was the loudest thing anybody had ever heard."
- Joe Boyd

Take Up Thy Rock 'N Roll Stethoscope and Walk,



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MP3: Bob Dylan – “Maggie’s Farm” – Live at Newport 1965

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2 comments:

himynameisjuan said...

A truly historic moment; thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

THIS. IS. AWESOME. Thank you!

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