Win McCormack

3 days ago | newrepublic.com | Win McCormack

In my column on Bob Dylan in last month’s issue, I offered a recitation and description of what I thought were all the Dylan concerts I attended over the course of some 40 years, numbering seven in all. But after that issue went out, while reading something about Tom Petty, I realized I had strangely forgotten one of them—strangely, because it was in retrospect possibly the most enjoyable one of all.

1 month ago | newrepublic.com | Win McCormack

When my fellow classmates and I entered Harvard College in the fall of 1963, our future and the future of our nation seemed bright and full of infinite promise. The charming, handsome, and charismatic John F. Kennedy, a Harvard graduate, was president of the United States. The civil rights movement, which promised at last to give Black people in America equality, was gathering an apparently unstoppable force; the now legendary March on Washington had taken place a month earlier.

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Win McCormack

Yahoo is using AI to generate takeaways from this article. This means the info may not always match what's in the article. Reporting mistakes helps us improve the experience.Generate Key TakeawaysWhen my fellow classmates and I entered Harvard College in the fall of 1963, our future and the future of our nation seemed bright and full of infinite promise. The charming, handsome, and charismatic John F. Kennedy, a Harvard graduate, was president of the United States.

2 months ago | newrepublic.com | Win McCormack

Very little of what the film A Complete Unknown portrays is true to history, starting with the opening scenes. It opens with a 19-year-old Bob Dylan arriving by car in New York City and quickly finding his way to Greenwich Village, where a random bearded man in a bar tells him where he can find Woody Guthrie, as if Guthrie’s location were common knowledge in the Village.

Oct 20, 2024 | newrepublic.com | Win McCormack

In early June 1968, I was working in Boston as a substitute schoolteacher in the city’s public school system and living in an apartment across the Charles River in Cambridge. I would walk down to the Central Square subway station to catch a train to work. Sometimes I would go into the greasy spoon Hayes-Bickford cafeteria next to the station for a cup of coffee or a full breakfast of bacon and eggs.