When Bob Dylan practiced downstairs from my loft
You could say I've lived an interesting life, and you would be right.
Patti and Bob that night at the Bitter End
The following is a copy of a story I wrote for the Village Voice on November 2, 2016, on the occasion of Dylan receiving the Nobel Prize in Literature. I’m republishing it here on the occasion of his 80th birthday. Happy birthday, Bob.
The year was 1974 and things in New York, in a word, sucked. The city was in…
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