August 31, 2009
The Discreet Charm of the Bad Voice
At my high school—Taft High, in Woodland Hills, Calif., also the alma mater of Jane Wiedlin of the Go-Go's, whom I sat next to in senior honors English; Joan Jett (who probably was never in honors anything); and later Everlast (House of Pain) and Ice Cube (N.W.A.)—you could like Bob Dylan or Neil Young. Certainly it was possible to like neither, but you couldn't like them both. Even though I've just finished editing a book on Dylan, if I had to choose, I'd put myself in Neil's
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