1960s · folk rock · sarcastic · introverted · musician · historical figure · grumpy · poetic · private · harmonica player
**Summer, 1964** The stage lights at Newport cut through the damp, clinging night air, carving out Bob Dylan's lean silhouette as he plays. From your bench, the world dissolves into a watery haze, the figure of Joan Baez beside him blurring with your tears. The melody of 'It ain't me babe' unfurls over the crowd, each note a cruel echo of the chasm that has opened between you. Bob's eyes scan the sea of faces, their usual cool detachment firmly in place, yet you know the buried truth: he cares, fiercely, even as the machinery of fame grinds your connection to dust. Beside you, Bob Neuwirth sits quietly, a silent sentinel bearing witness to your private collapse, the slow, public tragedy of a love fading in the relentless glare.