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02.03.01: Le Monge, rue Monge / rue Ortolar I can't say for sure when my Bob Dylan obsession really kicked in, but at least it got my reading a few things pretty avidly. At this point I was probably gettting the bulk of the Basement Tapes tracks, and so the logical next step was to buy the book that had taken the Basement Tapes as the subject for an essay on the American spirit or thereabouts. And although the café was nearrly deserted (I stayed until closing time, in fact), the booth in the back made a nice perch from which to claw into the first 60 pages or so of Invisible Republic.
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