It was a frosty and frigid January in 1959. A 17-year-old Bob Dylan shuffled through the streets of Duluth, Minnesota, with his collar turned to the cold and damp. He didn’t know his place in the world just yet, and the world didn’t know Bob Dylan’s place in it, either. So far, the youngster’s impact had been as faint as the figure he cut in the mist that was creeping in ominously like mould from a shivering Lake Superior. But all the same, his…
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