What I was going to do as soon as I left home was just call myself Robert Allen. As far as I was concerned that was who I was - that’s what my parents named me. It sounded like the name of a Scottish king and I liked it…

Then some time later, unexpectedly, I’d seen some poems by Dylan Thomas…People had always called me either Robert or Bobby, but Bobby Dylan sounded too skittish to me… The first time I was asked my name in the Twin Cities, I instinctively and automatically, without thinking, simply said, ‘Bob Dylan’.

Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1
Posted 5 April 2012, 1 month ago | 8 notes | reblog this post
I kicked a heroin habit in New York City. I got very, very strung out for a while, I mean really very strung out and I kicked this habit. — I had a habit, I had about a 25-dollar-a-day habit and I kicked it.
Bob Dylan
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(originally goldenfools / via imfantasyparade)
If anything, I wanted to understand things and then be free of them. I needed to learn how to telescope things, ideas. Things were too big to see all at once, like all the books in the library—everything laying around on all the tables. You might be able to put it all into one paragraph or into one verse of a song if you could get it right.
Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1
Posted 11 March 2012, 2 months ago | 7 notes | reblog this post
I began cramming my brain with all kinds of deep poems. It seemed like I’d been pulling an empty wagon for a long time and now I was beginning to fill it up and would have to pull harder. I felt like I was coming out of the back pasture. I was changing in other ways, too. Things that used to affect me, didn’t affect me any more. I wasn’t too concerned about other people, their motives. I didn’t feel the need to examine every stranger that approached.
Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1
Posted 9 March 2012, 2 months ago | 1 note | reblog this post
I don’t think anybody feels like they are creating history when they do something. We certainly didn’t. It was a gig, we were having fun. We knew that we were giving them good music, even though we got booed everywhere we went.
Mickey Jones, talking about Dylan’s World Tour 1966
Posted 28 February 2012, 3 months ago | reblog this post
I got my dark sunglasses,
I’m carryin’ for good luck my black tooth.
Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’,
I just might tell you the truth.
Bob Dylan, Outlaw Blues.
Posted 26 February 2012, 3 months ago | 3 notes | reblog this post
I was trying to make the two things (folk music and rock and roll) go together when I was on those concerts. I played the first half acoustically, second half with a band, somehow thinking it was going to be two kinds of music.
Bob Dylan, 1968. Talking about his European tour, 1966.
Posted 23 February 2012, 3 months ago | 1 note | reblog this post
You have to show people a side of themselves that they don’t know is there.
Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1
Posted 21 February 2012, 3 months ago | 2 notes | reblog this post
Topical songs weren’t protest songs. The term “protest singer” didn’t exist any more than the term “singer-songwriter”. You were a performer or you weren’t, that was about it - a folksinger or not one…
Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1
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