Bob Dylan, singer, songwriter, musician and winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the Nobel Prize for literature, was born in Duluth, Minnesota on May 24, 1941, as Robert Zimmerman. I have been listening to, enjoying, admiring, obsessing over and being confounded by Dylan for half a century.
When I was nine years old, in 1966, our family got its first stereo console, in those days a big piece of furniture the size of a dining room sideboard. It came with a few free records. One of them was Too Much Tequila (which I couldn’t pronounce) by the Tijuana (which I also couldn’t pronounce) Brass. Another was a Columbia Records compilation that included Dylan’s goofy number All I Really Want To Do. I was immediately captivated and haven’t looked back since!
There’s nothing else I can say about him in 300 words. Happy birthday, Bob!