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Saturday, May 13. 2017

A NYC Bob tour




Bob Dylan Greenwich Village Walking Tour


He bought the house at 94 MacDougal St in the West Village but celeb-sniffers got the best of him. He was young, didn't realize that he was as famous as he was, a "prophet for a generation." He loved NYC the most but fled to privacy in Malibu and promptly set about proving that he wasn't any prophet. Then his wife dumped him and he crashed.


We know he still skulks around the Village alone and anonymously in a hoodie, when he's on tour in the area. Few people recognize the strange old little guy ducking into music joints and pubs. I would.


Manhattan Contrarian informs me that the interior of Dylan's old block contains a large private garden. Must be nice in there.



Posted by Bird Dog in The Song and Dance Man at 14:16 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)

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Popularity is a granite female dog. Or, maybe, basalt.
#1 Sam L. on 2017-05-13 17:19 (Reply)

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