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I'm afraid to see this movie. Young Greenwich Villagers used to belong to one of two camps. My boyfriend was one of very few with a foot in each, jazz and folk. I was of the jazz persuasion, but Jerry was so excited over a folk musician who just hit town I let him drag me over to Gerde's a.couple of weeks after Dylan crossed the Hudson. I simply didn't get him till after my brother (a Mountain Stage co-founder) made me listen to the pre-Sullivan Beatles. In time, I moonlighted as a rock critic, but somehow that wasted night at Gerde's is still the only time I ever saw Dylan live.

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