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Chapter 13-2
The Words and Music of Bob DylanBut mostly, I liked the melodies and his voice, which was always way out in front of the music and loud. For people who don’t love Dylan’s music, it’s hard to believe that anyone could like the way he sings the words more than the words themselves. But I do. I really don’t think about the words that much, even while I sing along. After that first night of listening to Highway 61 Revisited, I guess you could say that Clive was right. I listened to the album fourteen more times on Sunday and by the end of the day was singing along with every word of “Desolation Row”, which was over eleven minutes in length. Highway 61 RevisitedMy mother, more than eager to see me express an interest in something, and worried I was a joyless child whose passions would forever
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