Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylanis an American singer-songwriter, artist and writer. He has been influential in popular music and culture for more than five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when his songs chronicled social unrest, although Dylan repudiated suggestions from journalists that he was a spokesman for his generation. Nevertheless, early songs such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'" became anthems for the American civil rights and anti-war movements. After he left...
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth24 May 1941
CityDuluth, MN
People's lives are filled with vice and the trappings of it. Ambition, greed and selfishness all have to do with vice. Sooner or later, you have to see through it or you don't survive.
I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere... set out to find... this home that I'd left a while back and couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I was on my way there. And encountering what I encountered on the way was how I envisioned it all. I didn't really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so, I'm on my way home, you know?
When you feel in your gut what you are and then dynamically pursue it - don't back down and don't give up - then you're going to mystify a lot of folks.
Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.
Twenty years of schoolin' / And they put you on the day shift.
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
Both these girls . . . brought out the poet in me.
A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Well, the future for me is already a thing of the past.
Of all the versions of my recorded songs, the Johnny Rivers one was my favorite. It was obvious we were from the same side of town . . . the same musical family and were cut from the same cloth. I liked his version (of 'Positively 4th Street) better than mine.
I beat Bob Dylan in a talent contest.
Businessmen they drink my wine, Plowmen dig my earth, But none of them along the line, Know what any of it is worth
She opened up a book of poems and handed it to me written by an Italian poet from the 13th century and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.
Look out, kid, it's sumpin' ya did, God knows when, but you're doin' it again