Bob Dylan Or Not? After Reading The Story You Decide.

I posted this story in another blog a while back but had problems with the layout. I think re-posting in this blog will do some justice. Anyway, the story starts with this video.

This was filmed somewhere around 1975 but he had the basic song down in 1971. Watch the video, read the story and tell me what you think.



I would like to tell you a little story about this video. Well it's not exactly about this video but about this song. Every time I hear this song, it reminds me of a day back in the spring of 1971.

I was hanging out with Pez in back the tracks and we were wishing we had something to smoke. I just remembered that I lost a pack of smokes on the old toe path on the hill by St, Peters Church. Ah, the kicker; In that pack of smokes was a chunk of hash. I told him I lost it two days ago and looked everywhere and couldn't find it. So off we went on the first adventure of the day.

We came out of the tracks by Brian's house, IE: Pez and came across a friend. PT was just coming from Pez's house and said his grandmother told him he was with me around here somewhere. PT had a nickel bag and wanted to smoke. Great Timing, we were ready. Pez told him where we were headed and off we went.

At the top of the hill on the old toe path there is an old headstone as a marker of the priest who first founded St. Peters and I was near that marker when I lost my smokes, so we started to kick over the dead leaves. About 20 minutes later Pez lets out a yell, FOUND IT. He opens up the pack and sure enough, a nice foil wrapped chunk of hash about the size of a sugar cube. I guess you would call it a dime back in 1971. PT said; Let's go to John's house and play some music and off we went.

Now this guy John was a complete hippie he had hair that went almost to his belt and a beard almost as long. He lived about a quarter mile from me on Mountain Road in a very cool A-Frame cabin that he built himself.

Now this man never worked, he never left his property and always had great smoke and lots of it. My parents would kill me if they knew I was hanging out with the likes of him but I did and it was always an adventure.

We got to his back door through a path through the woods from the back of my house. In we went. John was sitting in a rocking chair on the enclosed back porch and had company. A tray of some Colombian gold sitting on a coffee table in front of him with about 5 dubies rolled..

I walked up to the table and put the chunk of hash on the tray and asked for a pipe. Of course John was all excited and said I have something that will go nicely with that and he got up from his chair and disappeared into the other room.

Now here we are left on the porch with this guy that no one knew who he was. He reaches over and shook my hand and said; Hi, my names Bob and you are? I grabbed one of the dubes and said; Don, this is Pez and PT. We all exchanged niceties and proceeded to party.

John comes back into the room with a 6 pack of bud and a baggy with what looked like dries up mushrooms. John, What the hell is that, I said? He said; peyote buttons. Never heard of them. He proceeded to crush one and sprinkled the powder on top of a chunk of the hash he just put into the pipe and handed the pipe to me.

The very first hit I almost hit the floor. A rush come over me of the likes that I have never felt before. This stuff was great, I thought and we partied for about an hour.

After awhile we were just kicking back and this guy bob picked up his guitar and started playing around with it. He was very good and the sound was great. He sang this song that he said he just wrote a couple of days ago and was just trying it on for size. That was his words about One More Cup Of Coffee.

Now I didn't find out until about two years later that that man sitting there partying with us was none other than Bob Dylan. We were a bunch of care free kids looking for a party, that's all.

I think this video at the top of this post was from about 1975 but he played the song for us in 1971. I swear that this is a true story and I hope that it wasn't the peyote buttons. This really happened.