My older brother, Johnny was really into Bob Dylan. We shared a room, and he always had Dylan playing on the stereo. So, Dylans music kind of grew on me. Johnny quickly noticed, and he gave me my first Dylan album. I was hooked from there.
In the fall of 1978, Johnny took me to my first Dylan show. I couldn't beleive it; I was going to see my very first rock concert, and in New York City. Man, was I excited. When I hung out with Johnny, I was treated like part of the crowd, even though I was only 14, his friends treated me like I was older, and I loved it.