During lockdown i’ve been sorting through over sixty years of papers. Hard to throw anything away, but i’m trying. This triggers memories.
Recently i found a ticket stub from the Albert Hall, May 27th 1966. Bob Dylan. A letter from my lover at the time. The lyrics to “Mr Tambourine Man” in her handwriting with corrections in mine. Taken from the LP. Not quite the words that Dylan sang. The folk process.
She was a folksinger when i knew her, singing at clubs and pubs in Oxford. We had a few memorable walks, eg by the Thames to the Barley Mow at Clifton Hampden. We parted as friends, but what became of her? If she became a well-known singer i’d probably have heard.
Difficult to know, partly because of her name. Kay Garaway. Put that in a search engine and i get “Do you mean Kate Garraway?” No. Never heard of her.
“I think of her often and hope whoever she’s with is fully aware of how precious she is”
The last two lines are from Bob Dylan’s “Blues in plain D” Used without permission. Sorry Mr Dylan.
Rambling Brummie 