Tagged Bob Dylan

San Francisco boasted a striking 97 degrees on Sunday, the last day of the annual Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival and the warmest October 6th the city had ever seen. Despite the excessive heat, the streets s...

When lockdown hit, I returned to my childhood bedroom, with its high ceilings and austere white walls, and dreamed of being somewhere different, anywhere other than where I presently was. I became repulsed by t...

In observance of Native American Heritage Month–a time to honor the contributions Indigenous people have made to the United States– I wanted to spotlight four brilliant Indigenous musical artists/groups. It...

Mannequins and a bust of a woman sit on stage as the scent of marijuana wafts through the air. Dylan fans across six decades are trading stories about the man they have come to see: their first show, when and w...

All my life I have been fascinated by the Soviet Union's history mainly because my parents were growing up as it was unfolding. I’ve sought out various mediums of art — documentaries, films, and photographs...

 The editorial team of The B-Side has been working on a new column idea: a journal-wide collaboration to let readers know more about us and why we love music. For this week, I posed the all-telling question ...

Whenever I introduce a friend to Bob Dylan’s music, I start with a safe album, something like The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (1963). It’s accessible, and like many of his other iconic albums, can appeal to an...

If there’s ever a time that a day seems infinite, that time would be either Cal Day (or the middle of finals week). Filled with eight straight hours of on campus events, the day is filled with that everlastin...

In an interview with Melody Maker magazine, Jimi Hendrix once said, “Anyone can go round shaking babies by the hand and kissing the mothers, and saying that it was groovy. But you see, you can't do this in ...

Walking through the streets of Berkeley is akin to wandering through a massive grave for flower power memorabilia and psychedelic vibes. Skeletons of the counterculture movement stand idly by, looming over the ...

A large, wrinkled, slightly trembling hand, decorated with, like, 19 rings and black sparkly nails, crept from my periphery and into my direct line of vision holding a fat blunt about eight inches from my ...