rpm's in '65 on kitchen table legs... 'n'a record player spun around'n'bounced time on its head... moving atmospheric vibes that open up the soul... it touched this lowly heart'a mine through kinship most'a all... bona fide in rings'a truth on high fidelity... that musicmaker's outright sound rang through eternity... his voice'a versonality stirred up uncommon bonds... from rhyming lips to fingertips with spunk'n'spirit on... they helped inspire here'n'now'n'fire up those starts... that motivate the being's state to validate its part... they led melodic fellowship'n'to my first guitar... 'n'hosted parlor dances with my babies under arm... then bedtime stories for those kids when songs got played or read... as daily homefront passage moved live music overhead... 'n'later onto some spare change'n'concert ticket stubs... to see more ways than one of'a kind alive on stages'a love... hence his song family's offspring grow as tuned-in tones still thrive... they always did'n'always will well past this space'a time... bob dylan's neat stuff means more to me than others put together... what he does'n'what it's done lives on'n'in forever!... gotta love that man'n'his stuff!... yepper!... :)