A couple of weeks ago, I found myself on the road to Springfield, eager to catch the new Bob Dylan biopic, "A Complete Unknown." The film was, as critics have unanimously praised, fantastic — a masterful portrayal of an enigmatic artist whose influence has rippled through generations. Yet, as compelling as the movie was, it is not the film itself that has lingered with me. Instead, it was the resonance of Dylan's music, a soundtrack to my younger day.
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