Dylan: Well, no, it is to begin with. But then I always hear other instruments, how they should sound. The closest I ever got to the sound I hear in … - Bob Dylan

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Dylan: Well, no, it is to begin with. But then I always hear other instruments, how they should sound. The closest I ever got to the sound I hear in my mind was on individual bands in the Blonde on Blonde album. It's that thin, that wild mercury sound. It's metallic and bright gold, with whatever that conjures up. That's my particular sound. I haven't been able to succeed in getting it all the time. Mostly, I've been driving at a combination of guitar, harmonica and organ, but now I find myself going into territory that has more percussion in it and [pause] rhythms of the soul.

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About Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941) is an American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota. In 2016 Dylan received the Nobel Prize in Literature, "for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition".

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Birth Name: Robert Allen Zimmerman
Native Name: Robert Dylan
Alternative Names: Bob Landy Robert Milkwood Thomas Tedham Porterhouse Robert Zimmerman Blind Boy Grunt Jack Frost Elston Gunn Lucky Wilbury Boo Wilbury Sergei Petrov Dylan Robert Dylan né Robert Allen Zimmerman Robert Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman) Shabtai Zisl ben Avraham
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