I didn’t realise how often I’d written about Dylan.

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  1. Fall 1963. Went with friend RK Dillon and a couple of others to hear her friend Bob Dylan play in the Village. After his set, not enough chairs at our table, he chose to sit on my lap. (No, I am NOT that large.) I had been in Paris for more than a year, had not heard of Dylan, and had no idea why some guy we didn’t know would keep taking pictures. (Discreet silence about the rest…).

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