“Where the fuck do I even start with Bob Dylan?”
I’ve been asked this question a few times over the thirty years that I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan. Thirty years sounds like a lot, but it’s only half of the time since Robert Zimmerman died and was reborn on a New York sidewalk in the cold winter of 1961. And that was only the first time he died; ther…
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