“With X, you didn’t know if you were listening to mariachi or opera. He kept you on your toes. With him, it was all about fat and blood. He sounded like he was singing from an Olympian mountaintop. After ‘X’ he was now singing his compositions in three or four octaves that made you want to drive your car over a cliff. He sang like a professional criminal . . . His voice could jar a corpse, always leave you muttering to yourself something like, ‘Man, I don’t believe it’. – Bob Dylan
So who’s he talking about?