Bob Dylan’s great. I love Bob Dylan. I love Lay Lady Lay, Visions of Johanna, ‘It’s all Over Now, Baby Blue’, Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands, Like a Rolling Stone, Mr Tambourine Man, ‘Maggie’s Farm’…

I own several Dylan albums, including two copies of Blonde on Blonde (both on CD), and an album of covers. I read and enjoyed the myth and mystery of Invisible Republic, Marcus Greil’s book covering the recording of the Basement Tapes, and the Old Weird America as Greil calls it.

Like a Rolling Stone was one of the jukebox staples in the hall bar at University; one of those what to do with one last credit tracks that you always had to tack on to the selection of tracks you actually wanted to listen to, having taken advantage of the bulk purchasing power of your fifty-pence coin.

I don’t care much for the voice, and I could lose some of the harmonica, not to mention a few verses here and there, but I do love Dylan.

I just don’t listen to him.

And that covers album? I’m pretty sure it came free with a magazine, and is still in its protective cellophane covering…