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I really hate Bob Dylan. I hate almost everything about him. It’s another Saturday night. It’s another night of beers. It’s another failed attempt. And just like every other time, I sit down and try to put my feelings on paper. “What came first: the music or the misery?” is the first of many questions that Nick Hornby asks in his novel High Fidelity (most people know this name by the movie starring John Cusak which begins with the same line). That line always comes to mind when I sit down to write. That line, and a million other lines pop into my head when I’m trying to write about love and loss and death and anything else that stirs my emotions. One of those million lines is by Nick Hornby—the others belong to Dylan. What the fuck. I can’t get his words out of my head. Maybe it’s because I’ve listened to them too many times; this is the theory that I like best. But maybe it’s because his lines are too perfect. Why do I have to say something if it’s already been said? I always start out fine. I get an idea in my head while I’m waiting in line for a sandwich or daydreaming during Political Science class. Or like tonight, making that slow walk back to my room with her face on my mind. I start to write, I get a few lines down, and then I can’t get his song out of my head: Seen a shooting star tonight slip away Tomorrow will be another day Guess it's too late to say the things to you That you needed to hear me say Seen a shooting star tonight slip away. And it’s another realization that I couldn’t express my feelings in any other way. I put down my pencil and go to bed. My “personal Bob” as I’ll call it here, is quite a bittersweet entity. On one hand, he brought me out of what I call the “dark ages” of my musical tastes. On the other hand, I have no
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personal voice. Even now, as I’m trying to show how I have no originality in my songwriting, “Brownsville Girl” is stuck in my head: Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass But sometimes you just find yourself over the line. Oh if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now. You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much. I could feel a whole lot better, If you were just here by my side to show me how If there’s an original thought out there, I could use it right now. When asked how he got his inspiration for his songs, he attributed his immense ability to some kind of higher being such as God or a muse. I like of myself as a good, mono-theistic Christian, but if there were to be a kind of songwriting God or muse that could inspire me to write it would be Dylan. Unfortunately copyright laws keep me from taking credit for Dylan’s songs. So in eighth grade, when my best friend Charlie and I performed “All Along the
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This note was uploaded on 03/30/2008 for the course ENGL 300M taught by Professor Nealon,jeffrey during the Spring '06 term at Penn State.

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