CORRECTION: I mean "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan." "Blowin' in the Wind" is the first song on the album, which I've played thousands of times and allowed to warp my mind in my most formative years:
I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course.
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.
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...the girl on the cover of "Blowin’ in the Wind"
You mean the cover of "The Freewheelin' Semen Spreadin' Bob Dylan?"
There's nothing wrong with sanctifying the banal. It's hard to notice what really happens, when something banal happens.
Consider Goffman on the Merry-go-Round.
Oh, how we undergrads loved Suze Rotolo. Without even knowing her name. She started me on a long trail of petite brunettes. Thank you, Suze!
Good quote. If that is indicative of the rest of the book, it should be a good read.
When I saw her on the cover of FBD, I wanted to be Bob Dylan so that I could be with a women like that.
Coming along at the tail end of that generation (or is the beginning of the next? 1960 -- an in-between year), I think I had more cyncism at an earlier age. That album title always made me laugh. "Freewheelin'" is just so funny, especially to allow yourself to be labeled like that.
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