BOB DYLAN Planet Waves (Asylum)

God-bye baby. See I was hoping this would be the work that would sever me off. I been following him like some good dog too long. Trying not to be ashamed, as it does not seem to please him — this admiration. But you know I never looked to him to be no messiah. I don’t need no messiah. To me henever writ a protest songas great as Mick Jagger; as hardass as Jimmy Breslinoid as the Stones “Heartbreaker.” No man. To me Dylan was always a sex symbol. Positive energy behind a negative mask is very sexy.g Like a full basket under straining pants. It wasn’t the world he saved, in my dreams, it was me.

^ At dances in South Jersey I was a perpetual wallflower. Not the kind that’s lucky enough to blend with. the walls. I stuck but like a boil on a bareback. I’d lurk,about in my limp taffeta and fantasize, abou t Dylan. My James Dean my knight. He’d walk across the dance floor, cold and alone, take me in his arms and we’d do the strand .to “A Million To One.”