Two icons of song, one enhanced, one obscured

By Caroline Leavitt

December 19, 2004

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I've always loved Bob Dylan. There's nothing he could do that I wouldn't be interested in. I loved the genius of his songs, the rasp and whine of his voice, the way he reinvented himself in album after album. Another Bob, Bobby Darin, was off my radar. All I knew about him was that he was a finger-snapping hipster I ... (Full article: 914 words)