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A lot of interesting discussion at the Caf prompted by your article, Catherine!

I have a friend who shares my worship of Dylan. We make Dylan lists all the time. Top 5 Dylan songs to fuck to. Top 5 Dylan songs to sing while drunk. Top 5 Dylan songs to get high to. Top 5 Dylan songs to listen to while making/eating breakfast. Etc.

Is that a slice of ham behind him?

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I first heard Dylan at a summer camp I was working at in 2008. I was so much older than, I’m younger than that now. It was a kid playing Talkin’ World War III blues on guitar and harmonica, said he wrote it himself. I thought it was the best thing I ever heard. I vowed when I got home that I would learn guitar and

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I fell in love with Dylan in high school and never looked back. Man is a straight up genius, even if he’s also a bit of a weirdsmobile.

Thanks for this. I’m a huge Bob Dylan fan (see my username). He’s by far my favorite musician. And I’ve grappled with the aspects of his life, personality, and work that can be confusing or unpleasant, like his attitude toward women (I can’t even type that without thinking of the reporter in Don’t Look Back who asks

Thank you for this - it’s a wonderful articulation about how to love something passionately while still questioning it. It felt very close to how I feel about Dylan, and what a complicated thing our response to art is, and how those complications are so often compounded for women (how I could go on about my own

My relationship with Dylan began as a young child. My dad would play bootlegged cassette tapes of all the early albums. I’d ask him to play “All I Really Wanna Do” because to me it sounded like the circus.

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I love Dylan and his raggedy voice. Got lost in his music in my early twenties and I don’t regret it.

I’m skeptical that the people doing the actual work of the Civil Rights Movement got fired up listening to “Blowin’ In The Wind” but I understand why it might have felt like vital spiritual leadership to people—especially young white men—who needed a phrase book for empathy and expression.