47 Mount Auburn Street, near Harvard Square, Cambridge, MA

Joan Baez at Club 47 (Stephen Fenerjian)

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One day in January 1958, I stroll over to Arnold Fournier's furniture rental shop... and I find that Fournier is no longer the proprietor of the shop. Fournier is no longer there at all, instead the premises are occupied by another coffee shop...

Shortly, after being closed by the cops, the coffee shop reopened as a club, Club Mount Auburn 47, featuring folk music...

Ronald Sukenick, Down and In, Collier Books, 1987, New York, NY, p. 88.

The influence of Club 47 on the subsequent New Left can be seen in a 1979 statement by folk singer Bobby Neuwirth, habitué of the club, later an intimate of Bob Dylan™ and, still later, one of the inner circle at Max's Kansas City and companion of Warhol "Superstar" Edie Sedgwick:

'Cambridge was one of the navels of the cultural period, and a lot of influence came out of it. It put a lot of intelligence into the guitar movement, and the guitar movement was the forerunner of the peace movement. It made people aware enough to allow the peace movement to enter people's consciousness. Between Elvis Presley and the folk singers, the guitar movement enabled kids to believe in youth and the correctness of their own thinking. So when the peace movement started, they didn't buckle under at the first signs of parental authority -- the people who said, 'You're Communists. Shut up and crawl under a rock.' "

ibid., p. 89.

I vividly remember Bob Dylan™ coming in as a really scrawny, shabby kid. He's the only person I've ever seen with green teeth. Singing in between sets for nothing and then going out and saying that he'd sung at the Club 47. It's so funny now to look back.

Eric von Schmidt and Jim Rooney, Baby, Let Me Follow You Down, Garden City, 1979, p. 89.

I took Dylan™ over there and afterwards he said, "I'd like to get a job here." This was when they had those big plate glass windows, and people could look in and see you on stage. So we went back to see Paula, but she didn't want to hire anyone


Bob Dylan™ was there and sang his "Bear Mountain Picnic" song. It was a talking blues and funny as hell....

ibid., pp. 89-91.

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