Iconic guitar

That was something else, eh? A hugely significant and well authenticated artifact from a major influence on the genesis of popular music as we know it today. It was fascinating to read that they authenticated it by matching grain patterns from photographs.

If you haven't seen it, watch Scorcese's "No Direction Home".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Direction_Home

There is a great scene where they are interviewing British kids emerging from one of the first "electric" Dylan concerts in London(Manchester?). They are right p!$$ed off and complaining loudly. I wonder what they think now, knowing bore witness to one of the seminal events in the evolution of popular music, but were too angry at the time to appreciate it.

"Once upon a time you dressed so fine 
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? 
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" 
You thought they were all kiddin' you 
You used to laugh about 
Everybody that was hangin' out 
Now you don't talk so loud 
Now you don't seem so proud 
About having to be scrounging for your next meal. 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be without a home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone? 

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely 
But you know you only used to get juiced in it 
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street 
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it 
You said you'd never compromise 
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize 
He's not selling any alibis 
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes 
And say do you want to make a deal? 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be on your own 
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone? 

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns 
When they all come down and did tricks for you 
You never understood that it ain't no good 
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you 
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat 
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat 
Ain't it hard when you discover that 
He really wasn't where it's at 
After he took from you everything he could steal. 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be on your own 
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone? 

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people 
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made 
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things 
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe 
You used to be so amused 
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used 
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse 
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose 
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be on your own 
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone?"