#bob dylan and joan baez

[frenchnewwaves]

joan baez

[noaltbut2rock]

[acrosstheeuniv3rse]

this picture.

Just the way thay joan is sitting, how bob is standing playing guitar and performing.. bob being more in the light, joan looking down

just liek sushsjjsjdkwnfkj i wanna worship whoever took this because it portrays their relationship so much

[pmak2002]

Shelter from the storms of life.

Joan is shocked when she finds Bob on the other side of her door at five o clock in the morning. He’s covered in vomit and his eyes are red and tear stained. He appears drunk that’s what she believes

Its when he whines “Joanie.” And steps back to puke on her porch and almost stumbling backwards down her porch steps. That she scrambles to steady him as he throws up. As soon as he’s done. She yanks him inside. She had noticed panic in his voice and his words aren’t slurred but she knows something is wrong.

“Goodness Bobby what the hell where you doing out there?! It’s five o clock!” She snapped once he was dripping wet and shivering in her foyer. “Are you hurt? What happened?” She’s says worry laced in her voice. She immediately looks him up and down. She doesn’t notice any sign of physical injury.

“Sick, hurt all over, can’t sleep.” Bob says panting.

“And you walked here?”

He nods. She guides him straight to the bathroom. He shivers and coughs. She’s not used to Bob saying outright what’s wrong so hearing him admit it so fast worries her a bit.

She strips off his wet clothes and tosses them aside. Then starts a warm bath for him.

Bob whines and coughs.

“Bobby.” She says softly. Not wanting to scare him off. “What happened? Please tell me what made you walk here?” She asked gently.

“I don’t feel good Joanie i feel bad really bad. Everything hurts.” Bob starts to cry. She’s not used to him being upset but she quickly uses her thumb to wipe the tears.

“Oh you really are sick!” She cooed worriedly

She helped him into the tub. He sighed heavily as he sat down in the warm water. Joan helped him wash up then she grabbed him some clothes he kept over at her place when he stayed over.

Once she had a clean pair of boxers and pjs for Bob. She went back to help Bob change into the clean clothes.

She helped Bob change into the clean and dry clothes. After she finished helping him she kissed his nose.

Bob’s stomach started to gurgle and bubble. Bob rushed over to the toilet and opened the lid in time for him to vomit. Joan rushed to his side and rubbed his back.

Bob began to cry and shake with panic in his glassy fever eyes. He whimpered and coughed. “There’s nothing left Joanie why am I still getting sick? It hurts!” He wailed.

“Oh Bobby it’s ok.” She rubbed his back and grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth. “Want to be carried?” She asked. Bob was often clingy when he felt sick and when he was in pain or too tired to walk. Joan would carry him to bed.

Childish? yes but Joan wanted to help him in anyway she could. She loved the idiot why wouldn’t she want to be there for him.?

Bob nodded and reached up for Joan to pick him up and carry him to bed. He almost fell asleep in her arms.

“Joan don’t feel good.” Bob whined.

“Shh I know Bobby here.” She got him comfy under the blankets and kissed his feverish forehead. Then went to get him water even though he’d probably puke it up she wanted to avoid him getting dehydrated.

“Stomach hurts Joanie.” He whined when he was offered the water.

“Small sips ok? I want to avoid you getting too sick. It’ll feel better I promise.” She says to him.

He sits up in bed bleary eyed and somehow looking more ragged than he had earlier when he had been puking on her porch in the rain.

He carefully sipped the water testing to see if his stomach could handle it. He was relieved when he didn’t cough it up.

Joan left to grab something for him to use as a puke receptacle. She found a bucket and grabbed a towel to put it on the floor by his de of her bed.

“I’m sorry your stomach is all messed up Bobby.” She said as she placed the towel and the bucket on top of it.

Bob shrugs “I don’t know why I’m sick Joanie. Ever since I’ve gotten home my head has been swimming and my stomach hurts.”

He begins to cry and shake. Immediately Joan crawls next to him and immediately wraps him in her arms. Forgetting he has to initiate contact first. But instead of pulling away or turning away from her. He’s melting into her arms. She kisses his head and lets his tears coat her pajama shirt.

Seeing Bob like this is scaring her and she hopes the emotional outbursts are from his fever which is probably causing him to get upset.

Joan starts to sing as she holds Bob against her. Bob settles down a little and she watches as he lifts his head up a little to hear her better. She uses her thumb to wipe his tears. She helps him rest his head on her chest.

She sang to him until he fell asleep. She stayed up watching him. His face of panic was gone and he seemed settled.

She hated seeing her good friend suffer like this. Whatever had caused him to walk all the way to her house in the middle of the night as it down pouring.

She realized he must have started panicking feeling so sick and alone. So he had left to find her. She was grateful to be his comfort person. She cuddled him close and kissed him. She would always be there to help Bobby through the storms of life.

The tour had clearly beaten him down and she was glad he could get the rest he needed with her help.

[kayslyrics]

Joan Baez impersonating Bob Dylan you will always be an icon to me.

[riverlarking]

lol

[onemorecupofcoffee]

bob dylan on joan baez in 2017

[messrmanaged]

“she looked like a religious icon; like somebody you’d sacrifice yourself for” -bob dylan

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joan Baez & guest, Newport Folk Festival, 1964 © Gai Terrell.

[loadingmercurywithapitchfork]

(inspired by @/groovegalz 's post cause i wanted to make my own w/ other musicians)

[heartbreakire]

Don’t ask me how I’m doing

[cosmicsunday]

Bob Dylan and Joan Baez. 1964

[pmak2002]

Trying to put some of my TikTok videos somewhere

[riverlarking]

[onemorecupofcoffee]

[nikidontsurf]

JOAN BAEZ and BOB DYLAN during THE ROLLING THUNDER REVUE TOUR