2025-09-01 01:46:26
"I need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head," Bob Dylan howls toward the middle of his epiphanic 1965 album, Highway 61 Revisited, shooting out of a ragged harmonica solo during the rollicking "From a Buick 6" to diagnose his own condition. At that moment, the twenty-something Dylan-the unofficial youth poet laureate of the United States, as well as the sneering voice of an emergent counterculture-had a lot on his mind, and perhaps more on his professional plate.
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