By John Pepin

Michigan DNR

MARQUETTE — “The empty rooms where her memory is protected, where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times,” – Bob Dylan

It was a summer day like today, many, many years ago, when the first sounds from that grand masterpiece came rolling across my brain. Those intricate lyrics, produced with great skill and precision, and the familiar old melodies crafted in kind, remain with me today.

With the heat sweltering outside, I sit in the cool indoors dropping the needle on this old classic – I got a new pony.

The sound of this music resonates just as clearly within me today as it did way back on those first few spins. Something so new, so exciting, so brilliant.

If I close my eyes, my ability to grab ahold of the notes and the structure are enhan

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