Idiot wind...blowing through the letters that he wrote

I’ve started reading Bob Dylan’s “Chronicles, Volume One”. I’m not that far along because I got sick shortly after I started reading. That’s not to imply that the book made me sick. Although if I could prove it, Simon & Schuster might have a pretty nifty lawsuit on their hands. I will be posting passages from the book periodically. Some passages will be insightful, some will be informative, but from what I’ve read so far most will be a bit bizarre. Here’s the first one, it’s pretty straight forward:

Things were pretty sleepy on the Americana music scene in the late '50s and early '60s. Popular radio was sort of at a standstill and filled with empty pleasantries. It was years before The Beatles, The Who or The Rolling Stones would breathe new life and excitement into it. What I was playing at the time were hard-lipped folk songs with fire and brimstone servings, and you didn't need to take polls to know that they didn't match up with anything on the radio, didn't lend themselves to commercialism, but John [Hammond] told me that these things weren't high on his list and he understood all the implications of what I did.