Doc Watson *March 3, 1923
seen from Hong Kong SAR China

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Dominican Republic
seen from Dominican Republic

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Malaysia
Doc Watson *March 3, 1923
Ralph Rinzler Collections , Smithsonian Institute
Hoot for peace! folk concert flier
Doc Watson Tennessee Stud, 1979
The amount of lies in the Bob Dylan story really makes the, what like three, lies in Johnny Cash's legend that music historians make a huge fucking deal about really irritating. Johnny Cash never did hard time- and never claimed he did, wasn't Native American- and admitted as much once he learned he wasn't, and might not have tried to kill himself in Nickajack Cave- though he absolutely did try to kill himself multiple times.
Dylan would lie about where he learned songs (including inventing an entire black blues player called Wigglefoot in order to crib Hank Williams Sr learning guitar from Tea Pot), who his influences were (he'd only discovered Woody Guthrie about a year before moving to New York), about his contemporaries (he edited a zine accusing Harry Belafonte of blackface- Belafonte was black, Guthrie of faking his accent- if you need someone to tell you that Woody Guthrie really was an Oklahoma folk hero I genuinely don't think you can handle this discussion, and shit-talking about Joan Baez), and about where he recorded and who he recorded with (no, he never sat down and recorded with Alan Lomax and Bessie Smith).
And like myth-making goes into every musicians stage performance, but when I have to listen to people tell me that Dylan is the gold standard of folk music in a world that has Johnny Cash, Tom T. Hall, Ramblin' Jack Elliot, John Prine, Dave Van Ronk, Doc Watson, and countless others: I'm allowed to be a little annoyed
The Daily Californian • Tue, Apr 15, 1969
A (mostly negative) review of Phil Ochs' performance with Doc Watson in Berkeley, on April 12, 1969.
To FruitViking For Saddled in Scarlet
There once was a pair from the Wild Old West A sleuth and the doc that he loved the best Their thrilling adventures Have horses and six-shooters, And stand head and shoulders above all the rest.
-=<+>=-
A man arrives on the noon train For quiet and peace he'll remain. Adventure soon beckons John Who didn't reckon on Sherlock Holmes, who's clearly insane.
-=<+>=-
"Saddled in Scarlet" kicks off the fun. Tracking a killer down on the run. An acquaintance was made With one Sheriff Lestrade And a beautiful friendship's begun!
-=<+>=-
Read the absolutely fabulous "Saddled in Scarlet" here!!
Thank you @fruitviking!
PLEASE let me know if you want off the list!! - for either just the reruns or everything.
@stellacartography @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @keirgreeneyes @peanitbear
Tags also in the comments ...
Ooo boy! Get it!
Don't Think Twice It's Alright - Doc & Merle Watson