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Summer of '64. A friend had lent me his Bob Dylan albums. I brought them to another friend's, whose parents had a big console stereo. My intro to Mr. Z - we giggled and laughed through the whole set of albums. Not being chronically hip, yet, we just thought his singing was hysterical. He was booed off the stage at Bennington ... we have always been hostile to everything. Sigh.