Bob Dylan is motherfuckin’ ripped off all the time; but, he sure won a sweet Noble award. Next, Bob is planning to win the Sugar Bowl. He’s still celebrating his birthday and war. His birthday is every day. JustTalkin’ World War III Blues: I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.
“Like a Rolling Stone” began taking shape in 1965, when Bob Dylan — frustrated, exhausted, and questioning his own artistic direction — poured his feelings into a sprawling piece of free-form sheet writing that he described as a long “vomit” of ideas. It marked a turning point not just for Bob, but for rock music itself — proof that a single song could be both rebellious and poetic, uncompromising and magically transformative.
Doing commercials was rare, but Bob sold out, too.
And the hits keep coming. I’m editing, but wouldn’t imagine owning the rights to the lyrics of one of Bob Dylan’s songs. I wake up next to a female fashion victim and I get lost. But my impressions start to pay off. Almost. Pass me a bottle of pills, please.
If you have a leftover Bob Dylan CD from 1999 deep in a memento box somewhere, I’ll pay you $1,000 for it today. A price so ridiculously low for a CD. The one that sounds like Bob, but isn’t really him. Just one is all I need. That’s super-duper.
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