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“songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic... whatever the case, it wasn't that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture as lame as hell and a big trick. It was like the unbroken sea of frost that lay outside the window and you had to have awkward footgear to walk with.”

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Book:Chronicles, Volume One
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“মোটাসোটা লোকে খোঁজে সুতীক্ষ্ণ ইস্পাত পাতে হাল্কা পাতলা লোকে খোঁজে তারে সব শেষ ভাতে ফাঁপা লোক খোঁজে তারে বুননের কারখানাটাতে মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়। জ্ঞানীলোক খোঁজে তারে তৃণদের ধারালো ফলায় তরুণেরা খোঁজে তারে ছায়া যেটা পাশ দিয়ে যায় গরিবেরা রঙচঙে কাঁচ পরে সম্মুখে তাকায় মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়। নব বরষের দিনে সহসাই এক লোক খুন হয়ে যায় বলেছিল একজন, মর্যাদাটা সকলের আগেই হারায় খুঁজতে গেলাম তারে বৃহৎ নগরে, খুঁজতে গেলাম তারে মাঝারি শহরে গেলাম সেখানে আমি মাঝরাতে যেইখানে সুরুয শানায় তাকালাম উপরেতে তাকালাম নিচে তাকালাম চারদিকে আগে আর পিছে জিজ্ঞেস করলাম সকল পুলিশে মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়? অন্ধলোক একজন ঘোর-লাগা কেটে ওঠে থমকে দাঁড়ায় ডানে বাঁয়ে দুপকেটে দুই হাত ঢুকিয়ে সে খোঁজে আর চায় হঠাৎ রহস্যগুণে অজানা কারণে যদি খোঁজ মিলে যায় মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়! মেরিলাউ নামধারী যুবতীর বিয়েবাড়ি গিয়ে তাকে যখন সুধাই সে বলেছে, “তুমি আমি কথা বলি চুপি চুপি সেটা যেন না দেখে সবাই” বলেছে সে, খুন হবে যদি কেউ বলে দেয় মর্যাদা সে আছে কোন ঠাঁই। মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়। গিয়েছি খুঁজতে তারে যেখানে শকুন খানা খায় যেতাম গভীরে আরো, প্রয়োজন পড়েনি সেটায় সেখানে শুনেছি বাণী দেবদূতদের, সেখানে শুনেছি কথা জনমানবের তফাৎ কী বুঝিনি তো হায়! মর্যাদা থাকেন কোথায়”

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Book:100 Songs
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“I was always fishing for something on the radio. Just like trains and bells, it was part of the soundtrack of my life. I moved the dial up and down and Roy Orbison's voice came blasting out of the small speakers. His new song, "Running Scared," exploded into the room. Orbison, though, transcended all the genres - folk, country, rock and roll or just about anything. His stuff mixed all the styles and some that hadn't even been invented yet. He could sound mean and nasty on one line and then sing in a falsetto voice like Frankie Valli in the next. With Roy, you didn't know if you were listening to mariachi or opera. He kept you on your toes. With him, it was all about fat and blood. He sounded like he was singing from an Olympian mountaintop and he meant business. One of his previous songs, "Ooby Dooby" was deceptively simple, but Roy had progressed. He was now singing his compositions in three or four octaves that made you want to drive your car over a cliff. He sang like a professional criminal. Typically, he'd start out in some low, barely audible range, stay there a while and then astonishingly slip into histrionics. His voice could jar a corpse, always leave you muttring to yourself something like, "Man, I don't believe it." His songs had songs within songs. They shifted from major to minor key without any logic. Orbison was deadly serious - no pollywog and no fledgling juvenile. There wasn't anything else on the radio like him.”

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Book:Chronicles, Volume One
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“By combining certain elements of technique which ignite each other I could shit the levels of perception, time-frame structures and systems of rythm which would give my songs a brighter countenance, call them up from the grave [...] It was like parts of my psyche were being communicated to by angels. There was a big fire in the fireplace and the wind was making it roar.”

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Book:Chronicles, Volume One
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“I loved these songs and could still hear them in my head long after and into the next day. They weren't protest songs, though, they were rebel ballads... even in a simple, melodic wooing ballad there'd be rebellion waiting around the corner. You couldn't escape it. There were songs like that in my repertoire, too, where something lovely was suddenly upturned, but in stead of rebellion showing up it would be death itself, the Grim Reaper. Rebellion spoke to me louder. The rebel was alive and well, romantic and honorable. The Grim Reaper wasn't like that.”

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Book:Chronicles, Volume One
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“We're constantly being bombarded by insulting and humiliating music, which people are making for you the way they make those Wonder Bread products. Just as food can be bad for your system, music can be bad for your spiritual and emotional feelings. It might taste good or clever, but in the long run, it's not going to do anything for you.”

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Author:Bob Dylan
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