I was there (but on the wrong side)

OK. I was 14 right. I suppose I could say I had been radicalised by Dylan's second album, Times they are a'changing with the fantastic tracks, The ballad of Hattie Carroll, Hollis Brown and North Country Blues.
The folk scene, well at least the 4 kids at schools I knocked around with who also liked Dylan, were a strange bunch. Lots of damn decent Christian compassion and all that. In a way striving for some meaning to give to our lives.
Well we went to see Dylan, we had heard Bringing It All back Home. It sounded pretty good. Maybe less rootsy, although we wouldn't have used that adjective. The truth be known, we didn't know much.
We knew from one or two reports that Dylan's concerts had caused controversy. I lived in Manchester, we went to the concert at the Free Trade Hall concert in Mid May. I loved it. I booed when those around me did. Confession over.
I didn't feel that guilty about booing. After all Blond on Blond, the album that followed showed evidence of Dylan losing his way.
But I conformed, that's why I booed.
Dylan challenged the convential, puritanical Christian/communist folk scene of the time with his assertion that it wasn't a musical form that defines rebellion. He wasn't a revolutionary, even less so now.
But he was prepared to be booed by the 'liar' who called him a Judas. I could have been that liar, had I more confidence and age.
So I feel some sympathy with those who stupidly and unthinkably lie but, even more, I feel proud that I am prepared to be booed by liars, like those who call us Islamophobes. Dylan is to me still a personal hero.