”Jag började hänga på Folklore Center, den amerikanska folkmusikens tillflyktsort. Det låg på MacDougal Street, mellan Bleecker och Tredje. … Jag strosade runt en stund och stötte ihop med Izzy Young, ställets ägare. Young var en folkentusiast av det gamla slaget, mycket sardonisk. Han bar tjocka hornbågade glasögon, talade med utpräglad Brooklyndialekt och klädde sig i bomullsbyxor, läderbälte, arbetarkängor och en slips nonchalant på snedden. Hans röst var som en bulldozer och verkade alltid för högljudd för den lilla lokalen. Izzy var ständigt en smula irriterad över det ena eller det andra. Han var sentimentalt godhjärtad, i själva verket en romantiker. I hans ögon glittrade folkmusiken som guld. Det gjorde den för mig också. Folklore Center var en skiljeväg och en mötesplats för all tänkbar folkaktivitet, och man kunde när som helst stöta på den verkliga kärntruppen bland folksångarna. En del av dem hade sin postadress där.”
(Bob Dylan, Memoarer första delen sid 23-24).
Izzy Young på Folklore Center på MacDougal Street, NY.
Izzy Young arrangerade folkkonserter med folk- och bluesartister. Han lånade ut skivor och skrifter om Joe Hill till den unge Bob Dylan. Izzy Young arrangerade också Dylans första konsert i New York den 4 november 1961 på Carnegie Chapter Hall på West 57th Street.
Folklore Center på Södermalm
Nu ligger Folklore Center i hörnet av Björngårdsgatan och Wollmar Yxkullsgatan på Södermalm i Stockholm. Där huserar Izzy Young och sprider fortfarande information om folkmusik och konserter, ibland ordnas arrangemang i själva lokalen.
Izzy Young på Folklore Center 2014
Man kan också köpa böcker och unika vinylskivor till hyfsat pris.
I skyltfönstret
I skyltfönstret hänger en xeroxkopia av en originaltext av Bob Dylan. Sången heter Talking Folklore Center. Så här lyder texten:
Talking Folklore Center
Av Bob Dylan
I came down to New York town,
Got out and started walking around,
I's up around 62nd Street,
All of a sudden comes a cop on his beat;
Said my hair was too long,
Said my boots were too dirty,
Said my hat was un-American,
Said he'd throw me in jail.
So I got on a subway and took a seat
Got out on 42nd Street.
I met this fellow named Delores there,
He started rubbin' his hands through my hair --
I figured somethin' was wrong,
So I ran through ten hot-dog stands, four movie houses,
And a couple a dancing studios to get back on the subway train.
The wind it blew me north and south,
It blew me in a coffee house.
I met this fellow with sun glasses on,
He told me he sung folksongs --
I believed him 'cause he was wearing sun glasses.
He sung "Scarlet Ribbons" 'bout ten times or more,
He sung "Michael Row The Boat Ashore. "
He sung "Where Do All The Flowers Go? "
There was no folksong he didn't know --
The ones he didn't know he didn't like anyway.
On MacDougal Street I saw a cubby hole,
I went in to get out of the cold,
Found out after I'd entered
The place was called the Folklore Center --
Owned by Izzy Young --
He's always in back --
Or the center.
They got real records and real books,
Anybody can walk in and look.
You don't have to own a Cadillac car,
Or a nine hundred and fifty-two dollar guitar --
Do like most people do --
Walk in --
Walk around --
Walk out.
But that's not the way you see,
That ain't the way it oughta be,
There's just one way a lookin' at it,
You shouldn't take this place for granted --
That'll always be here.
So go down and buy a record or book,
Don't just walk around and look,
You can do that when you go uptown,
When you come down here you're on common ground --
Common people ground --
Common guitar people ground --
WE NEED EVERY INCH OF IT!
Lyrics as reprinted in ”The Festival Songbook”, New York, 1973 pp. 150-151.
(Bob Dylan, Memoarer första delen sid 23-24).
Izzy Young arrangerade folkkonserter med folk- och bluesartister. Han lånade ut skivor och skrifter om Joe Hill till den unge Bob Dylan. Izzy Young arrangerade också Dylans första konsert i New York den 4 november 1961 på Carnegie Chapter Hall på West 57th Street.
Nu ligger Folklore Center i hörnet av Björngårdsgatan och Wollmar Yxkullsgatan på Södermalm i Stockholm. Där huserar Izzy Young och sprider fortfarande information om folkmusik och konserter, ibland ordnas arrangemang i själva lokalen.
Man kan också köpa böcker och unika vinylskivor till hyfsat pris.
I skyltfönstret hänger en xeroxkopia av en originaltext av Bob Dylan. Sången heter Talking Folklore Center. Så här lyder texten:
Talking Folklore Center
Av Bob Dylan
I came down to New York town,
Got out and started walking around,
I's up around 62nd Street,
All of a sudden comes a cop on his beat;
Said my hair was too long,
Said my boots were too dirty,
Said my hat was un-American,
Said he'd throw me in jail.
So I got on a subway and took a seat
Got out on 42nd Street.
I met this fellow named Delores there,
He started rubbin' his hands through my hair --
I figured somethin' was wrong,
So I ran through ten hot-dog stands, four movie houses,
And a couple a dancing studios to get back on the subway train.
The wind it blew me north and south,
It blew me in a coffee house.
I met this fellow with sun glasses on,
He told me he sung folksongs --
I believed him 'cause he was wearing sun glasses.
He sung "Scarlet Ribbons" 'bout ten times or more,
He sung "Michael Row The Boat Ashore. "
He sung "Where Do All The Flowers Go? "
There was no folksong he didn't know --
The ones he didn't know he didn't like anyway.
On MacDougal Street I saw a cubby hole,
I went in to get out of the cold,
Found out after I'd entered
The place was called the Folklore Center --
Owned by Izzy Young --
He's always in back --
Or the center.
They got real records and real books,
Anybody can walk in and look.
You don't have to own a Cadillac car,
Or a nine hundred and fifty-two dollar guitar --
Do like most people do --
Walk in --
Walk around --
Walk out.
But that's not the way you see,
That ain't the way it oughta be,
There's just one way a lookin' at it,
You shouldn't take this place for granted --
That'll always be here.
So go down and buy a record or book,
Don't just walk around and look,
You can do that when you go uptown,
When you come down here you're on common ground --
Common people ground --
Common guitar people ground --
WE NEED EVERY INCH OF IT!
Lyrics as reprinted in ”The Festival Songbook”, New York, 1973 pp. 150-151.
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