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		<title><![CDATA[Desolation Row]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My Dylan moment came on November 3rd 2006, my second time seeing Dylan in London Ontario.I was 12 rows back and halfway through his set I yelled "Desolation Row" next thing I know all I heard is "They're selling postcards of the hanging." It's my favorite song by him and it made a small town Canadian kid's dream come true. Dylan's my idol and that's my favorite song so thanks Bob for everything you've done for me all the others through the generations.]]></body>
		<author>Joshua</author>
		<country>Canada</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Standing In the Doorway]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Me and Dad stand in front of the lone keyboard...the lights go out, and he's right there. Throughout the show, he smiled at us, pointed at us and performed songs that were deeply important to both me and Dad, including Forever Young. One of the two best experiences of my life, and I've led a fun one! ]]></body>
		<author>Anon</author>
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		<title><![CDATA[I Shall Be Free]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I got into Dylan only in 1970 or '71. I was at a friend's house and his sister was playing a record and I heard somebody singing about what he thinks he can do when he's drunk. When he sang he could, "make love to Elizabeth Taylor/catch hell from Richard Burton, " I asked his sister who the hell was singing these words. She said Bob Dylan. Within a week I owned 8 Dylan albums. I havn't come up for air.]]></body>
		<author>Gary Drake</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Visions of Johanna]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[When I was just a child, I found a cassette in my dad's briefcase. It was "Blood on the Tracks", and the cover of the album totally shocked me, and I felt an strong impulse to play it, to hear it. Idiot Wind was the first song that I ever heard and the melancholy sound of Bob's voice, his sweet harmony, and his guitar, they made me cry, but in that moment I didn't understand English at all I was seven years old and I'm from Argentina]. Somehow, there was a rare kind of connection between me and the song. From that moment on, I've learned English and I've bought the complete discography of Bob.]]></body>
		<author>Jonas</author>
		<country>Argentina</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Its All Over Now, Baby Blue]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I'd vaguely heard of this "Bob Dylan" character, but didnt know what sort of music he played. It was Marty Scorsese's name that made me purchase the set. Up until that point, Marty is the only person I'd ever considered a "hero", and I completely trusted his ability to complile good music. I had never spend more then $15 on my favorite band at the time, but I took a leap of faith and spend $30 on this; something I'd never heard.<br />When I listened to it that night, I was completely blown away. This guy was able to express the ineffable; the way I'd always felt about the world.<br />]]></body>
		<author>Fredrico</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Isis]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I think the story about my relationship to the song "Isis" is probably a fairly common one. Somehow, though, it remains so very personal to me, like it's been in my blood even before I heard the song. I think the great thing about Dylan is that every person touched by his songs truly believes in their hearts that they understand and have been touched by his work in a way that only they could ever understand. And they have.]]></body>
		<author>Eugene</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Desolation Row]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[What can I say about this song?  It affected my whole life!I was about 12 when I got myself a copy of Highway 61 Revisited.  I knew most of the songs already so there wasn't much expectation - after all what Dylan fan doesn't know Like a Rolling Stone, Tombstone Blues  and Ballad of a Thin Man?  However, I had never heard the last song before...not surprisingly since, all the collections at that time left that song out.  Some said it was too long - which is like saying 'I don't have time to read Charles Dickens so I'll read comics instead'.]]></body>
		<author>Kumiko</author>
		<country>Malaysia</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Lay Lady Lay]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[There was a time when I couldn't stand listening to much of Dylan, complaining when my husband, a lifelong fan, played his records. In 1986 I bought him tickets to see Bob at Kooyong, Melbourne. I went along just for company.As darkness fell, we found ourselves seated behind speaker stacks, only able to see the front of the stage. There he was in bikie leathers, sexy and rocking out, totally charismatic. Felt myself drawn to him in some completely mystical, magical way. As the show went on the music just got better and better, a solo acoustic 'It's Alright Ma' was stunning, and we moved down to the concourse for a better view of the stage. By the time they closed with 'Knockin' I was convinced Dylan was some kind of magician casting spells on his audience, the experience was so intense that from that day I just had to keep playing his music all the time - and driving my kids nuts in the process!]]></body>
		<author>Sue</author>
		<country>Australia</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Forever young]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[For a long time, I've kept on listening to &lt;Every grain of sand&gt; again and again. I always find relief and comforts in it whenever I was oppressed .I prefer to enjoy this song in the dark of night,when i'm alone.Lost in thought,I amazedly find that myself have escaped from the tiresome world.]]></body>
		<author>Chen</author>
		<country>China</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Mr. Tambourine Man]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My name is Pablo, and I am currently 16. Several years ago, I struggled greatly with self-esteem issues, and I was extensively bullied. I was never really into music, and I'd only ever heard of Bob Dylan in the conversations of others, or in passing. One day as I was sitting in a car, I heard 'And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees...' From that moment on, I was hooked. I looked up Mr. Dylan by myself, bought his albums, books about him, everything I could. After hearing Mr. Tambourine Man, I never felt as worthless as I did. That song made me feel like it was ok to have an imagination and be as you are.]]></body>
		<author>Pablo</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Desolation Row]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[This is Dylan's gift and genius - his songs are timeless and thus free for all to apply to their own experiences.  He once said of Woody Guthrie that you could listen to his songs and learn how to live.  I cannot think of any higher praise, or more apt description, for Dylan himself.]]></body>
		<author>Melanie</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[changing of the guards]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Summer 1978. The first Dylan song I've listened carefully, reading the lyrics as I did. A strange melody that blew my mind away. I was fifteen years old.]]></body>
		<author>Juan</author>
		<country>Spain</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Dignity]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[The song was Dignity. If I shall describe all the concerts, all the recordings and all of the lyrics by Dylan with just one word, I`ll say: DIGNITY.]]></body>
		<author>Steinar</author>
		<country>Norway</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[sittin on a barbed-wire fence]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA["The thing i love best about Dylan is the way that you could listen to a song over and over and think your completely familiar with it, then one day, BAM!! a certain lyric or a particular way in which he rolls his voice just seems to hit you right in the heart! Just listen to Things Have Changed, the words "....drinking champagne." you'll know what i mean."]]></body>
		<author>robbie</author>
		<country>Ireland</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Masters Of War]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Out of all the anti-war anthems composed in rock history, this is the first... and for my money, still the best and sadly in these days and times, still relevant)....and to think he was just in his early 20's when he composed such a biting, breathtakingly honest song that in turned influenced an entire generations of composers from John Lennon onward to follow his lead.]]></body>
		<author>Jeffrey</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Shooting Star]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Shortly after my grandfather died my dad told me this song reminded him of him. On my dad's birthday we went to a bar where an open-mic session was taking place and i played it for him. A fellow Bob fan got up to accompany me on harmonica and there were a few tears. A Truly emotional song from somewhere deep and now beyond the authors control. A few minutes of beautiful sadness rounded off with a gorgeous harmonica solo to finish, i defy anyone not to get a few hairs stand up when listening to it.]]></body>
		<author>Stephen</author>
		<country>UK</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Tangled Up In Blue]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I was born in 1958, so I first got into the Dylan of the 1970's.  I knew who he was, and could sing Blowin' In The Wind and Mr. Tambourine Man by heart, but I didn't know the depth of his work.  The first time I heard Tangled Up In Blue on the radio, I was completely blown away.  I'd never heard lyrics like that, and even though I may not have understood all that I was hearing, I knew it was unlike anything I'd ever heard.  I bought Blood On The Tracks, on 8-track of course, and played it so much the tape finally broke. Tangled Up In Blue began a lifelong passion for Dylan's music.  My 19-year-old son has also developed that passion.  When he left for his freshman year of college, with his belongings, I packed the lyrics to Lord, Protect My Child.  I figured Dylan could say these things better than I could ever hope to.]]></body>
		<author>Tom</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[love minus zero no limit]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[So delicate and beautiful.]]></body>
		<author>Dave</author>
		<country>Australia</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Like a Rolling Stone]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Maybe it was kizmet. His first album came out on my fifth birthday, March 19, 1962. Or, maybe it was that photo I couldn't take my eyes off of on the cover of Highway 61 that drew me to Bob.  All I know is I was just out of kindergarten when my junior high school-aged brother brought home Highway 61 and put it on mom and dad's hi fi. I stared at that cover photo. Bob and the Harley. When those first few bars of Like a Rolling Stone jumped out of those old Harmon Kardon speakers, I was hooked. Bob Dylan: a 45 year addiction and no desire for rehab.  Keep it going, Bob.]]></body>
		<author>Mark</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Workingman's Blues No 2]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA["You are dearer to me than myself..." beautifully written, beautifully sung. There are a million Dylan moments like it that I love but, you know...|]]></body>
		<author>Andrew</author>
		<country>UK</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Idiot Wind]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I only discovered Bob Dylan relatively recently. But I'm only grateful that I did. I can't even imagine what my life was like before I'd heard Idiot Wind. Before I could picture a priest wearing black on the seventh day. Before imagining that lone soldier on the cross. But then I recall the moment, on a wet winter night two years ago, when I heard the song for the first time. And it makes me happy.]]></body>
		<author>Matt</author>
		<country>UK</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Going, Going, Gone]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[In 1963 Bob came to Italy to see a girl studying near Rome. One morning, it was a snowy day of February, I was going to work to Ciampino airport when just outside my house I saw a couple of black cars driving by. I cast a look and saw a curly boy of my age who was looking outside. At that time I knew nothing about Dylan. Only a few days later I read on the papers that a young American singer, Bob Dylan, had come to Rome. I started to listen to his songs, learned English to understand his lyrics and, many years later, here I am still listening to Bob. ]]></body>
		<author>Carlo</author>
		<country>Italy</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Desolation Row]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My college roommate was obsessed with Dylan. And beer. One night, he returned from a drinking binge, cranked up 'Ring Them Bells' on his boom box and threw my Elvis lamp out of our 3rd-floor window. ]]></body>
		<author>Morgan</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Shelter from the Storm]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[It's July 1980, just before the fair comes to town.  I'm ten years old, not a huge fan of what can be heard on radio at the time.  So, I'm on the lookout for something with substance.  The 8-track of BLOOD ON THE TRACKS is playing in my aunt Rita's 1974 metallic blue Ford Pinto.  I'm sweating it out in the car, waiting for her to finish up an errand...the windows are down, and I can smell lilacs carried by the Southern Indiana humidity.  At this point, the Dylan bug hasn't bitten me.  I respect what I hear about him from a distance, but there's been little opportunity for anything to connect.  Program 4 starts rolling, and I go from being indifferent about Bob Dylan to being a full-on fan within the space of "Shelter from the Storm".  His performance is almost hypnotic.]]></body>
		<author>Todd</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Not Dark Yet]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[There's no specific story to go along with this song for me. Well, in all honesty I woulden't know where to start, because it has to be the most comforting song I've ever heard. No song has ever had such a devastating and yet uplifting effect on me. No matter where I am, where I've been or where I'm going it makes me stop and take in the evergoing panorama of life passing. It's truly beautiful. ]]></body>
		<author>Jakob</author>
		<country>Denmark</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[desolation row]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I was a Beatles 'fan when i first heard "Like a Rolling Stone" in 1965.I bought his albums and dicovered you can do something fantastic with only an accoustic guitar and an harmonica. So i bought a guitar, an harmonica holder and a couple of harmonicas and formed with a friend a duet that i named  Dylan's Brothers. That was the spark...now i'm 57 and still doing music, composing and playing Dylan's songs.]]></body>
		<author>André</author>
		<country>Canada</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[boots of spanish leather]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[when seeing dylan in nyc 11-13-02. his final song that night was something,in tribute to his "good buddy", i believe were his words. you could hear a pin drop, and i don't think their was a dry eye in the whole place, at least not where i was standing. ]]></body>
		<author>Pete</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Forever Young]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[We used this song at our wedding because it represents how we live and feel about each other.]]></body>
		<author>Sharon</author>
		<country>Canada</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Isis]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Bob Dylan's music speaks to me like no other music.   His voice resonates within my soul. ]]></body>
		<author>Jon</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Every Grain of Sand]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[No story: been a fan since '73 or so (9 years old), when I remember Planet Waves hit the shelves. Compared to everything else I had heard, it was totally raucous.]]></body>
		<author>Mike</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[love minus zero no limit]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[It reminds me how much I love my wife.]]></body>
		<author>Jerry</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Shelter from the Storm]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[When my wife Lynda and I first started going together in 1996, we dated for about 6 months and then took a "break". We started seeing other people, and Lynda started going out with her old boyfriend.  On one of her dates, her old boyfriend gave her a ruby necklace,and wanted to continue their relationship.  Lynda didn't know which way to go.  That evening they went to the movies to see the new Tom Cruise movie, Jerry McGuire.  Lynda knows I am a tremendous Bob Dylan fan, and was always listening to his music.  At the end of the movie, as they rolled the credits, Dylan's Shelter from a Storm started playing.  Lynda looked over at the old boyfriend and told him she could never see him again. She called me that night, and we were engaged a few days later. (talk about charma) On our wedding day, our "recessional" song was, of course, Shelter from the Storm.]]></body>
		<author>Jim</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Something There Is About You]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA["Something there is about you strikes a match in me." I wish I had written that.  It is true of every woman I have loved.  It is an everyday image of such profound simplicity, accessible to everyone across all races, creeds, economic status... It speaks to beginnings and potential and life-changing perspective.  From the scritch of the match head on the box, to the bright, commanding, yet small flame, to the hint of sulphur to the invitation to contemplate what has happened.  It's love, all right.]]></body>
		<author>Geoff</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Series Of Dreams]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[This song has always touched me. Be it the production, the lyrics or Bob's vocals...it's my favorite Dylan song of all time.]]></body>
		<author>Larry</author>
		<country>Canada</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Boots of Spanish Leather]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I never listened to Dylan growing up.  I found out he was playing down the street in 2002 and while standing in a record store trying to decide what to buy I said outloud to myself "what the hell am I thinking?"  I ran over, grabbed Time Out of Mind, Blood on the Tracks and Blonde on Blonde.  The next day I bought a ticket and I've been different ever since.  I finally found out what being true to myself meant. ]]></body>
		<author>Mike</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Visions Of Johanna]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I had a cute little story written here about how my favourite song was "Tangled Up In Blue" and how it was important to "keep on keepin' on". But, that's not what Dylan is about to me. I turn to Dylan when I need comfort, when I need a common ground, when everyday interaction just don't seem like it's enough.I turn to Dylan when my world is upside down, when I'm happy, when I'm sad. Dylan is an artist for every emotion. ]]></body>
		<author>Meggan</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Mr. Tambourine Man]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I was at a particularly low point in my life when I first head the 1966 version of Mr. Tambourine Man. I'd never been a fan of the album version. The instant the harmonica hits the stereo, the voice, the enunciation of the words, the sense of timelessness, it hit me in the gut. When I heard those lines, “To dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free” it was a revelation. The struggle of the individual to be unique in this world seemed possible. The opportunity to make my life on my terms became possible. When the final harmonica solo came on, I sat  in my apartment and cried. It was a defining moment in my life. Freedom.]]></body>
		<author>Mark</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Desolation Row]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Bob is my favorite artist of all time.This song is my favorite song of all time.Incredible artist, incredible lyrics. I saw Bob perform this live once while standing in the front row.  When his set ended, Bob dropped his guitar pick on the stage.  One of the roadies tossed it to me after the show.  A treasure I will keep forever.  ]]></body>
		<author>Dave</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Idiot Wind]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I never thought Dylan's righteous post-breakup anger could ever be more palpable than on "Like a Rolling Stone." I was wrong; on this track, he's simultaneously regretful and defiant, both sorry for pain he's caused and resentful of what's been caused on him. The melody chugs along, propelled by his snarling draconian vocal (the best performance of his career). Even when instruments and vocals veer wildly out of tune, they do so in a perfectly harmonious way. This is Dylan doing the Velvet Underground, and it succeeds brilliantly.]]></body>
		<author>Brendan</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Band Of The Hand]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I worked at the first Farm Aid, where Bob performed with Tom Petty's band.  I ran across Bob in the backstage artists area prior to his performance, and approached him.  He shook my hand, signed an autogragh on the back of one of my business cards, and I asked him about the upcoming release of the "Biograph" box.  I snapped some candid photos later, one of which had Bob, Lou Reed, and Tom Petty sitting together on a trailer's steps.  Three of the most unique voices in rock togerther at once.  It was a great day.]]></body>
		<author>Don</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Ain't Talkin']]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Ain't Talkin' from Modern Times in my new favorite Bob song. I've lost people close to me, feel gloomy at the state of world and growing old, and this spooky song about walking around weary and angry in the end times feels like something I will be doing soon, if I live that long. ]]></body>
		<author>Tom</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[This song highlites the perfect balance of poet, songwriter, story-teller, intellect, explorer..."The" modern-day renaissance man.]]></body>
		<author>Ross</author>
		<country>Canada</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Hurricane]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[No doubt thanks to the great Dazed and Confused scene when the fellas are strolling into "The Emporium" with Dylan's "Hurricane" in the background, my mind was officially blown wide open.  At that very moment of realization Bob became a legend and a hero of mine for all time.  Plus who could possible put a story like that into such a moving and wonderful song.  Good Bless Rock and Roll and Long Live Bob Dylan.]]></body>
		<author>Ryan</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Hurricane]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[no special story, only still feeling happiness when hearing one of the 44 albums or seeing Dylan live on stage. within the next weeks i am getting a father of a child and maybe i can bequeath my enthusiasm about this artist to the next generation ....???? A lot of things have changed over the years in my life but his songs were the constant through all situations in my life since almost 30 years.]]></body>
		<author>Erwin</author>
		<country>Germany</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[I Believe In You]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Small story, I used to hang out at the Cafe Wha? in New York City in the '60s.  The joke there was, Tex (the manager) had kicked out Bob Dylan after he auditioned, "because he didn't have enough originals."]]></body>
		<author>Linda</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Mr Tambourine Man]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Mr Tambourine Man is my dads favourite Dylan song, it was him who got me into Bob when I was about 6 or 7! We had few of his tapes in the car and would listen to them all the time. Now 22, havent stopped listening to Dylan ever since :) Went trough different stages (like all kids), was a goth in school, tried to be popular in college...but never stopped loving Bob Dylan.]]></body>
		<author>Sabina</author>
		<country>Ireland</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[I Shall Be Released]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[The first time I heard this song... and when I first got into Dylan, it took my breath away.  I had been listening to modern rock growing up, raised on alternative but it never actually sang to me.  Dylan sang to me.  His voice.. his words.. his music.  The only thing I could think of was "he GETS it".  ]]></body>
		<author>Toni</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[boots of spanish leather]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[One of the first songs my son learned was knockin on heavens door, so I took him to Bob Dylan for his first concert last year(he's 8 now).  He watched and listened closeley to every song.  Towards the middle of the show he asked me how old Bob was.  I told him that he was older than his grandpa.  He told me that he thought Bob was a young guy, by the way he moved around on stage.  Bob has since inspired my son to pick up harmonica, and now wants to try keyboards too...  so that he can play like Bob.And for me...  Bob has always been there, like a close friend, no matter how I feel. Thanks, Bob.]]></body>
		<author>Chris</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Mr Tambourine Man]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I was lucky enough to be working at woodstock in 1994 and i managed to get onto the stage to watch Bob's set. He was magnificent that day, he played it as if it was the 60's woodstock, a great set that drew a huge wave of appreciation and love from the vast crowd watching it. For the length of the set, woodstock really was transported back to the 60's. I have loved Bob Dylan since my mum first sang me Tambourine Man. I was a small boy then. His music has been in my life ever since and the quantity of brilliant work is so huge, it is difficult to choose only one.]]></body>
		<author>Adam</author>
		<country>UK</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Gates of Eden]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[A labyrinth of a song that doesn't really make much sense at first.  Slowly, the imagery begins to grip your mind.  For all of the media blather about his religious convictions, this song singularly shows how belief is man-made.]]></body>
		<author>Sean</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Bob Dylan's Dream]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Blackbushe 1978 One man and an acoustic guitar kept 200,000 people quiet with one song - The Gates of Eden.]]></body>
		<author>Paul</author>
		<country>UK</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Up to Me]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I've got no stories, I just love the songs.]]></body>
		<author>Rob</author>
		<country>UK</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Stuck Inside Mobile (W/the Memphis...)]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Oh, mama.  Can this really be the end?]]></body>
		<author>James</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[It's Alright Ma I'm Only Bleeding]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Dylan stream of consciousness at its finest.....still makes my head spin, best version is the live acoustic from Before the Flood 74 tour.]]></body>
		<author>Pat</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[Subterranean Homesick Blues]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My favorite story is when my wife came home from my youngest  son's school upset with me.  I asked what was wrong, and she told me that she was watching my son play in his classroom.  He was singing out loud to himself.  She moved into the room to listen, and it turned out he was singing "Rainy Day Women #12 & 35".  He was singing "Everybody must get stoned!" out loud in the middle of the class.  I cracked up laughing, which further increased the trouble I was in.  I made him a CD with the song on it later.]]></body>
		<author>Michael</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Song To Woody]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Whenever I listen to Bob Dylans debut album, Its as though the history of America is being revealed before my very eyes.Bob Dylan delves deep into American folk music and returns with something as old as the hills,and as new as the dawn.The joys of life and death conveyed as never before,or since,by a modern recording artist.]]></body>
		<author>Matt</author>
		<country>Canada</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Dignity]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[The first time I saw Bob in concert I was just blown away. I remember thinking this is by far the coolest man alive. He is definately someone you have to see in concert to really get.]]></body>
		<author>Jay</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[It's All Over Now, Baby Blue]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[At the age of 15, I was already messing around with drugs. Rambiling around the city of Detroit, high on some pill that I was to young and reckless to handle. Being a major Dylan fan, I went out and bought the New Morning album the day it came out. It had an effect in me that really made me realize I needed to slow down and take a new look at life. It's not that there was some profound words of wisdom that struck me. It was more a feeling that the album convaded through its tone - more a vibe, then a perticular message. I was kind of a new morning for me. I feel grateful for all his music but especially that sound that brought warmth to my young soul in that cold Detroit Winter of 1970.]]></body>
		<author>Steve</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Every Grain Of Sand]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My Dylan story is this: his music is the soundtrack of my thoughts.]]></body>
		<author>Jay</author>
		<country>Canada</country>
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	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[All Along the Watchtower]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[For me, this is the song that typifies Dylan. It has so many moods - just when you think you've grown to know every aspect of the song, something changes and you hear it in a different light, or interpret a lyric in a different way. And, like Dylan himself, it's hard to pin down exactly what it is that draws you to this song, but you know you like it. The simplicity of the musical arrangement adds to the appeal of this great track.]]></body>
		<author>Chris</author>
		<country>Australia</country>
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	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[Tangled Up in Blue]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I've seen Bob play many, many times, but when he and his awesome band grooved their way through Tangled Up in Blue, in Sydney's Centennial Park the night before Oscar, it was an unforgettable moment in time. Thanks Bob. Keep rockin'!]]></body>
		<author>Ed</author>
		<country>Australia</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[RAINY DAY WOMEN]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My older brother told me don't bother with Dylan 'cause he can't sing. So as a youth growing up, t he first thing I bought was Dylan's greatest hits. I have been a fan and admirer in awe ever since. I have followed him  with every turn he has made and still want more.]]></body>
		<author>Bob</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[Sara]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[It is a song that reminds me of my first marriage and brings a nostalgic tinged feeling everytimne I hear it. It is a song of lost love, of cherished love. Of unforgotten love.]]></body>
		<author>Frank</author>
		<country>Australia</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Like a Rolling Stone]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[I hated Bob Dylan's music till one day they played Hurricane on the radio when I was 14. I had never heard anyone write in such a Coherent way before. It seemed like every word had a reason for being where it was in the song. My life hasen't been the same since. Since then I've seen him many times in concert and own just about all of his records and continue to be amazed by what he creates.]]></body>
		<author>David</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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		<title><![CDATA[Blind Willie Mctell]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[This one goes right to the heart!]]></body>
		<author>Andre</author>
		<country>Netherlands</country>
	</item><item>
		<title><![CDATA[Like a rolling stone]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Growing up in Apartheid South Africa meant a cultural disconnection from the world. Nobody came here. At 13 years I met Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits. It has been a lifelong connection, with me pretending that I knew you well.]]></body>
		<author>Anon</author>
		<country></country>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[If you see her say hello]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Well, I think this is one of the most poetical all time songs...I have nothing else to say 'bout it. The only thing you have to do is listen to it and let that incredible mix beetween words and music take you away.]]></body>
		<author>Gabriele</author>
		<country>Italy</country>
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	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[Boots of Spanish Leather]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My father was a moderate Dylan fan, just from growing up in the 60's. I had heard him playing Dylan records here and there as I grew up, but never really was that into him. Then one night, with a car full of friends I heard "Hurricane." It was like nothing I had heard before. Despite all the noise in the car it seemed like the music was the only thing making its way to my ears. I went out and bought my first Dylan album the next day and in the following years every other Dylan album.]]></body>
		<author>Chris</author>
		<country>USA</country>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[Not Dark Yet]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[My parents DRAGGED me to a Dylan concert in 2001. It was in Kilkenny, Ireland. I was not a fan. At all. I can still remember sitting through most of the concert bored out of my mind, not even being able to hear his lyrics clearly, and then something happened... something that can only happen with Dylan. Around the time of the encore, it was like I was hypnotized; there was a sudden connection between this mysterious, man in the distance and myself. I have seen him live ten times since that night, trying to re-capture that moment, and loved every minute of it.]]></body>
		<author>Rob</author>
		<country>Ireland</country>
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	<item>
		<title><![CDATA[Ain't Talking]]></title>
		<body><![CDATA[Can't really isolate one song, or one story, when the man has created so many defining moments through his music. It could be when I first heard Nashville Skyline. I was impressionable, being only nine years old... The album just seemed to have such a warm presence, a sense of place in the songs. I felt like I could watch that album, not just listen. ]]></body>
		<author>Matt</author>
		<country>USA</country>
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