I got intoDylan late, maybe six, seven years ago. Before that he was my Dad’s music, along with Neil and Bruce (Mom likes Billy and Barbra). We were driving to a wedding in rural Kansas and I’d brought a CD along, it was long enough to keep me awake on the road. When I started searching out everything of his I could get my hands on after that, my parents were amused. I told them, “if my generation is gonna be forced to repeat all the least fun parts of the 1960s and 1970s, including thefashion, it’s only fair we get some of the music, too.”
I saw him live a couple of years ago; he tore through an 80 minute set with no break, not even looking up until the end. He said maybe six words the entire night. It was something else.
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